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Monday, 11 June 2007

Dear Diary,

I'm edging up on Emeril...move over here I come baby! I am good. I am King! I know how to BBQ! I watched myself on camera. I looked good. Front view is best. Read some of my reviews..Hmmmmm. "Bobby is a fink!" and "Would hate to work with Bobby...he's a snitch-fink know-it-all." and this one: "Something sneaky about that bastard Bobby."

Diary, Mother thinks differently and this is what counts. I'm her boy she says. Love you Momma!

I don't think Emeril likes me very much. Well, he's jealous...that's why.

I love you Dear Diary!

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