Journals

Is it you, Diary? It’s me, not Margaret but Fri.
Today has been another hoot. Well, I tell a fib, I guess. It’s been same old, same old. I stalked J-Man again today. He hasn’t served me with a restraining order. Yet. Friday and J-Man. J-Man 4 ever. I love J-Man. J-Man & Fri. Marry me marry me marry me marry me marry me! I want numerous babies in the spitting image of J-Man. J-Man Jr. J-Man is beyond dreamy. He’s the sexiest man on the planet!
Went to the gym and saw SkinnyWoman whom I hate. I’m too fat for this world. Fat fat fat fat fatty fatso.

Day 673
I have tried hard for a week now but I forfeit and go back to the old routine. I’m not ready to get up at 7 and be at work at 8. We have a list of clients now. J is busy every day and his Mac glows from the various tasks he feeds it. Every other day we have meetings and new jobs. Last week we went to Berlin for another meeting. We’re global in every way. NASDAQ here we come…

Scrap book
Concert tickets
Pictures of friends, friends and friends
Gorgeous young women, handsome artistic men
A in front of his laptop in the office
Drawings of imaginative settings
Brainstorms for numerous novellas, short stories and articles
Marriage proposals from FridayNext

Dear Diary
Too busy to write a proper entry. Almost done with the thesis. Too tired to imagine spare time ever returning to my life.

Went to work early. Arguments over the phone with staff. Deliveries delayed. Again. Tiresome. Met up with Spidey, Matt, Ace and J-Man. They can gulp beer like nobody else. Spidey webbed me. Awesome sensation.

Friday and Matt. Matt and Fri. Fri Fri Fri Fri. MattNext. FridayNext & MattNext wedding invitation. Honeymoon in a deserted island. Just the two of us.

Friends, soaps, web and drinks. That’s it for me. I don’t need to keep a diary or journal to maintain my focus. Watsons. All of you.