Dear Diary

Dear diary,

Today I purchased a DVD-player at the rediculous price of € 55! Imagine my excitement when I got home and had it play some groovy Sade! I think later this evening, I may well be putting on some Norah Jones — call me eccentric! Life’s treating me well, dear diary. Catch up with you soon.

Yours,

Barry

3 Responses to “Dear Diary”

  1. Dr Sharleena says:

    ZZZZZZZ…

  2. Bálint says:

    Uhh, Sade! Me, too! Sade, Sade!!!! Sade! Sade! Sade! Sade! Sade! Sade! Sade! Sade! Sade! Sade! Sade! Sade! Sade! Sade! Sade! Sade! Sade! Sade! Sade! Sade! Sade! Sade! Sade! Sade! Sade! Sade! Sade! Sade! Sade! Sade! Sade! Sade! Sade! Sade! Sade! Sade! Sade! Sade! Sade! Sade! Sade! Sade! Sade! Sade! Sade! Sade! Sade! Sade! Sade! Sade!

  3. guac says:

    Marquis de! Marquis de! Marquis de! Marquis de! Marquis de! Marquis de! Marquis de! Marquis de! Marquis de! Ouch!! Steady on! that smarted a bit.