The diaries of a long time Satanist

Dear- my designer

Chapter 4: Dear- my designer
By Pineapple Pig
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Ok, it's me again.
Hey diary.
Well if I have a story for you.
Now my looks are already too good to be true.
But my designer can really make me look like a candy-cane-queen.
Sleigh thy enemy's.
Ok, back up.
It's always Halloween in the underworld.
So sometimes, we'll throw random Halloween parties in France, I mean, days when it's not 31st October.
A lot of these are costume parties so I bring the rain.
As a candy-cane-queen.
Still gotta back up man.
I went dressed as you guessed it, Frosty the Snowman.
What you thought I was a candy-cane-queen?
No.
Imbecile.
That was Dodgy.
And no I'm not the loveable, fat companion.
I'm the over-lord with a fetish for, you know, Frosty.
Basically I'm clinically insane.
But in a good way.
Possibly.
So yeah,we had an insane par-tay. And it was awesome.
And no I didn't get drunk and throw up pink glitter over the Easter Bunny, slap Santa whilst trying to high-five him and paint Donald Duck yellow.
No.
That was all Dodgy.
I served the horderves.
No that is not sad, it was so much fun!
After 20 minutes Dodgy had done all that so I had to take him back to our room, clean him up and put him to bed.
That's when I busted out my moves.
I did the macarana.
I did the nut bush.
I was the disco dad.
I also spent some time trying out new pick-up lines. Such as:
Hey girl are you the trash, 'cause I wanna take you out.
Or something along those lines. -Get it-
Is your name Google? Because you're everything I've been searching for.
I don't usually date, because well I'm Lucifer.
Underworld Over-lord.
Satan.
And the biggest fanboy out there.
Yeah I'm a fanboy, what are you gonna do about it? Huh, huh? What are you going to do?
Now back to why I don't and/or can't date.
Girls just want 'cause I'm supreme overlord of epicness, also know as the underworld.
WELCOME.
Now this entry is called my designer, but haven't really talked that much about Joey. Who is-my designer.
Joey's been the underworlds designer for 4 years. He was killed and his soul delivered 10 years ago but it took him 6 years to find out his true passion. Not cleaning the volcanoes and getting his eyebrows scorched off but getting into the fashion world. And no I didn't force him to make me a costume because he was the only one there while Sharpay was away at the lagoon and I hadn't gotten my dress for that night. No. I think you're forgetting what a nice person I am.
Joeys' not at the party, but that's cause he's sleeping.
I kept him up 'till 4am making my out fit.
Dope had already made Dodgy's.
Yeah that's right.
He made Dodgy's outfit before mine.
Scandalous.
Absolutely scandalous.
It was pretty fab tho.
Whatever, it's not like I care that much. I mean I love Dodgy.
But what I don't love is putting others needs before mine.
I just need to have a really good cry.
God, you stupid, inconsiderate diary.
I'm too good for you anyway.
Just look at me.
I'm fabulous.
Now goodbye.

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Hey guys, I really don't know why you are reading this, but thankyou. I appreciate that. As always, constructive criticism is good but not to the point where I want to hit you.
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