Dear Diary…

My ex-lover Natalie (you might have seen her in “Star Wars” or my fantasies) has changed so much since we last met. She used to be so nice and smelled like babies and dew drop sounds.

Her parents never really approved of her dating a brown blogger with identity issues. It wasn’t because they were racist, it was because they felt that she too would succumb to the death grip of my fried fish. Stay strong Nat. We’ll always have the cabbage. We’ll always have the cabbage. (An inside joke we’ll cherish forever. Repeated purposely for maximum effect).