Dear Diary,
WTF? Like, does no one care about my exciting life anymore? It's okay, this website is mostly for my own entertainment anyways. It was theme dinner tonight. The theme was Halloween. I made my own amazing costume. I was a pie iron. If you do not know, a pie iron is a little sandwich press on a stick used to make amazing pizzas in fires. I love pie irons. They are pretty much the only reason that I am here. I made myself the iron part out of painted cardboard, worn over the chest, and then i wore black shorts and brown paper leg warmers to be the handles of the contraption. I looked really fabulous. This is the only place on earth you could be a pie iron and people would get it.
Tomorrow, 730 am, making my riding lawn mower debut with Chad. Can't wait.
Love,
Diana
4 Comments:
Shamu, the reason you haven't been getting any comments is because most of your readers are here at camp and no one other than me actually has enough time to comment. Sorry your lawn mower dream didn't come true. I know it will happen someday!
I'm not there! And it makes me sad that I didn't see your pie iron. I'm sure it was glorious. I was cracking up just reading about it. Your posts make me miss camp SO much, but I guess my real job is pretty alright too. (I see theatre for free. I mean really, come on.) Plus, I'm clean a lot more than I was last summer.
Moss
P.S. Tell Flipper she's a weirdo at Waterfront.
Hi diana! It's your long lost Kansas friend. I'm bummed I haven't talked to you in like a year. How are you? When are you going to come see Lawrence? I miss you. Sorry I'm a jerk and have been really bad at staying in touch.
Lol, I want to see pics of your costume!! You should put them on facebook.
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