I'm fired up, all right

Dear diary,

I am so pissed. That Gwen Stefani is dead. She keeps talking shit about me on the radio. I don't know why, it's not like I did anything to her.

So I asked her what the hell was her problem. She said she heard me talking shit, but I told her I don't even know her, why would I talk shit about her? Bitch. I said, we're going out to the bleachers after 5th period today, no principals or student teachers.

I got my knife and went out to the field, and she's got this whole band behind her and all these Japanese chicks! She was wearing a leotard for some reason, and carrying one of those crazy ass baton things, like for a marching band.

I was ready to cut her, but then she started talking about shit and bananas, and then those Asian girls started spelling things like some sort of shit ass spelling bee. One of those girls kicked me in the head and I went down. Gwen drove off in a Mustang singing.

If I ever see her again, her shit will be bananas.

I know how to spell "bananas" bitch,
Hollaback Girl