Dear Diary,
After a while, the sun's fingertips reaching over the New Yolk skyline starts getting less magical and begins to feel more like home. Wait I've not called my mother in ages, I'll write this later.
Moving on, as I was saying, New Yolk is starting to feel more and more like home to me. My coworkers are more annoying than they are helpful, and the same can be said for my housemates, but they're all a familiar sight at this point.
Though what pleases my sight more is Tomasso... I was getting lectured by him the entire day today for missing so much work. His voice was so stern and rough and angry but still really soft and kinda feminine like his appearance and do you know how great that sounds? He sounded tired though. I wonder if he's getting enough sleep. I forget what he said though. Something about needing to catch up on something and I think I've got an important deadline coming up. Or something.
I really need to ask him out to coffee or something. Because I wanna be friends. Nothing else. Just friends. He seems like a nice enough guy to be friends with. I can have friends I find pretty. Friends.
I can't keep stalling I remember now and I need to write this down but I just... the rest of the paragraph was furiously scribbled out. A few phrases like "we couldn't get out" and "it's not really a—" are still legible.
I just needed to get that off my chest. I'll go to bed now..
-Spater McStarch
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The Diary of a Potato
De TodoSpater McStarch was a normal potato, with a normal life, and a normal family. He was completely, utterly normal - in every sense of the word. Unfortunately for Spater, the world has bigger plans for the young potato who spent his entire life on a fa...
