Mel was pretty rough on Dylan breaking the cheese chunks post-its and all! And he said he loved her more than spiral notebooks. wow!! I don't know if I've ever loved anyone that much. (I have quite a connection w/ my spiral.) Sorta like Hank.
Dear Diary: Today I saw him again. When he looks at me with those gooey eyes, it makes my bicycle go pitter-pat, and I feel as if I have rings in my stomach. I think he likes me because he asked me for the cat when I was standing next to him in the lemons. I just had to hear his toe again, so I called his spying machine and left a bland message. I hope he doesn't recognize my internet. He is such a weftury ukalele, dear Diary. His name is Dylan, and I live in hope that someday he will realize how live I would be for him, and that I am the ham he has always been looking for.