David Hasselhoff - My Fake Diary

Monday, 30 June 2003

Believe it or not, I've been forced to watch Tennis all damned week. My English friend has re-programmed Kitt to constantly play Wimbledon on the in-car TV whilst I'm driving. I think my English friend's just trying to get me to like it, but he's really getting on my nerves. Oh yeah, and it's always the men's tennis. Thanks, my English friend.

However, it's been a fruitful week. I now have a beautiful love interest and I've yet to be issued with death threats from whoever her ex-lover is...though I have no doubt that I will eventually. No matter who I date, I nearly always end up getting death threats from their exes. Still, the love is always good.

I need a new afro comb. My last one snapped in my tight perm - I really need to remember to wet my hair first, that always helps. I know this is a bit of a "fruity" comment, but I really like taking showers.

Kitt told me all about this crazy dream he had yesterday about him and Ralph Macchio. Apparently, Macchio was a top mechanic, in the dream, and would tinker with Kitt's parts all day long. Thought you might like to hear how messed up Kitt is.

Alright. Keep it real.

The Hoff man.