Dear Diary,
I did not see the sunrise this morning, for the clouds created a grey blanket that suffocated the sky. A shadow was cast upon the city of New Yolk. I don't know how I feel about it. I should call my mother soon.
Nevertheless, I had a brilliant day— well, the most brilliant type of day I could have after my countless sleepless nights. I went back into work and fell into my regular routine. With all my coworkers fussing over my every move. It was quite endearing, if I were to be honest. I really couldn't give half a crap about that though — and I apologise for my lack of eloquence and teenager-like behaviour but:
OH MY GOD OH MY GOD YESS (indecipherable scribbling) TOMASSO WAS (more indecipherable scribbling) SO WORRIED (more scribbling) AND HE HUGGED ME SO TIGHT I FELT LIKE A MILLION BUTTERFLIES EXPLODED INSIDE MY POTATO AND I DIED INSIDE BUT WAS REBORN LIKE TWICE BECAUSE HE KISSED ME ON THE CHEEK HE WAS SO RELIEVED AND CUTE AND WORRIED AND (scribbling) AND I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. (entire paragraph was nearly indecipherable.)
I just had to get that out of my system. Again, I apologise sincerely. I... yeah. Yeah. I'm just happy. I can't express it in words. Despite how it's my dream to be able to express in words. I have no words. I think I'll go to bed. There's a fog rolling in over the city.
-Spater McStarch
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The Diary of a Potato
SonstigesSpater 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...
