Dear Diary,

Hi. So um yeah. I got this diary for my birthday. I don’t get it, what are you supposed to write in these. Oh my! My seltzer water just squirted me. Good thing I’m not wearing my leather jacket imported from Romania. Just might have died if that happened. Ugh, my mother just called me downstairs and yelled at me for having to clean of a room. My entire family is a slob but me. It`s hard being the perfect one in the family. They are also all jocks. Even the girls! My family members are jobs. Or they are socks. Either way it they are still both a word combination of slob and jock. I prefer socks because in my family`s case, they smell worse. In my case, they smell like roses. I love the smell of roses. I always try and bring some flowers into my house but my family of socks says “it smells too good” or “they are to pink and pretty”. They don’t know what they are talking about. It’s hard to be the only real man in the house.

<3 Love <3





Frank (the manliest man in the house)