Elizabeta's Journal

-Entry 180-

Dear journal,

     Admin keeps hiding you. I think it's because she's too busy to watch over my writing. Also, she's been talking nonstop about going to see some people called 'Dan and Phil'?

     I knew a guy named Phil once! He tried to steal my pocket watch, so I broke his arm. Daniel keeps think Admin's referring to him when she says 'Dan'. . .

     There's a lot of confusion in this household. I need a vacation. For the heck of it, I might go clubbing later. It's been a while since the last time I've gone with some of my lady friends. Daniel keeps saying he wants to take me to a male strip club. We're both engaged, so we won't indulge in anything, but it's a fun idea.

     Maybe when Edward gets back I can surprise him with a picture of Daniel and I at a strip club. I wonder how he'd feel about that? It would just be a gag, obviously, but it makes me think.

     Thinking is not part of a vacation, though, so I don't have to worry about that yet.

     I've felt a little off lately. It could either be another AU or I'm just getting sick. Gosh I hope it's just a small sickness. Then Daniel has to cook dinner!

     Wait, I feel like I'm forgetting someth—

The writing is smeared like she dropped the pen in the middle of writing.

     There we go! All better! I hope Daniel's okay with burnt pasta, because I forgot I was making it and went to write.

     Now I need to make sure the sauce doesn't burn too. Excuse me!~

-Hungary