Dear Diary,
I can't remember what day it is.
Santana and I had a fight last night.
We were on my bed, kissing... I love kissing her. She's so soft... and then I said we should do a duet for Glee club. I was thinking Melissa Etheridge's Come to My Window, 'cause I love that song. It's really pretty. So is Santana.
Anyway, so, then she got mad and said she was only making out with me because Puck is in juvie. He's an idiot sometimes. And that's coming from me, so...
Anyway... then she said she didn't want to do a duet with me, and then she left.
And now she's doing a duet with Mercedes.
I'm doing a duet with Artie. Mostly to make S jealous. Artie's really sweet. But I still think he might be a robot. I really want to push him around in a stroller, though.
I really want that free dinner at Breadsticks.
I've been practicing nudging a meatball across the table with my nose, too. Like in Lady and the Tramp. I love that movie.
I'm getting tired now. I think it might be my antibiotics. I wonder when I'm supposed to stop taking those.
Anyway...
Until tomorrow, lots of love. Even though you're a diary... Do diaries have feelings?
B
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