Dear Diary,Dearest Diary,More Like This
Today I was forced to endure a dramatic reading of fan fiction about myself. I dressed up in my carrot onesie and danced around on stage with Grace. Its hard enough being a public figure, a role model and probably the best drunken cook in the northern hemisphere without the added pressure of having people writing stories about Grace and myself.
It seems that today a lesbian cannot possibly become friends with another woman without the constant questions and assumptions about the relationship. Grace, like many of my friends, is amazingly beautiful. Diary, you and I both know that I’m not into the whole ‘great body no brains thing’ so you understand that when I say that Grace is beautiful, I mean that her as a person is beautiful. She’s got this great personality, the kind where she lights up a room just with her smile. When she talks to you, you just forget about all your insecurities and the problems that you are pondering. It just feels like you&