We keep shit ass diaries, where we write our most personal thoughts. And when we find these diaries 10 years later, we laugh at how stupid and dramatic we were. Thank god we've changed since then. Here are the diaries from ourselves, creepy strangers, our friends, families, coworkers, and That Guy.

Sunday, January 29, 2006

From the Book of GoldDigger


Dear diary,

In thy name diary, I do not know what to say today. When the Holy God gave man the power of free will, I never thought they would go to such sinister levels.

Take thee example, diary, of the folksy musician Kanye West. He hast made many missteps in the past, but never of this ungodly manner. He hast posed on the cover of a bound periodical as myself, the Son of Christ. And that, lordly diary, is too much.

Yet I am oddly flattered, diary. Mr. West is such a figure of greatness, it is pleasing that he should choose to emulate me.

And he is correct in one thing, diary. George Bush does hate black people.

Amen.

In my own holy name,
Jesus

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