2nd Diamond [Written]

[yay_heiress]

[London always liked the idea of writing in a diary, and the fact that she now has a diary that everyone can read intrigues her. ((Be warned: London is a terrible speller.))

Deer everybudy,

It's me, London Tipton! This is a pretty pen. But I still dont no why its diskised as a fether.

So, I've bin around this palice and so far, it's really weird. Creepy stuf happens, and there are no taxees to take me to the city for shopping. I aktualy have to wok! :( But on the brite side, the closets give me stuf so I dont have to shop! Yay mee! But that kind of takes the fun out of shopping doesnt it?

Anyways, what do u guys do around here for fun? There are so many of u here, and I feel like I've only met like [[there's a pause in the writing as she takes time to count on her fingers]] five peeple. Thats like, 20% of u! Wat do u guys do for fun besidze riting in jernals and stuf?

So, open up yur majic book thingies and spil! Speshully other rich peeple. That way, we can mock the poor. Yay us! Heehee!

Luv,
London Tipton! <3<3<3

Comments

[molotov]

It is just stupid. No one would do that, I would never do that.

[yay_heiress]

Wat do u teech them?

[molotov]

I don't... I do not teach them anything, they are bears. Are you mentally ill?

[yay_heiress]

U just sed you can tame baers. Iznt that teeching them?

[molotov]

No, it is taming them.

[yay_heiress]

Theres a difrence?

[molotov]

Teaching them implies tricks. I have simply trained them to think of me as their superior, ensuring my own safety.

[yay_heiress]

So, u tawt them not to eet u? Thats impresiv!

[molotov]

It was not hard. For me, at least.

[yay_heiress]

Are u a profeshinal baer wisperer?

[molotov]

No. That is not a real thing.

[yay_heiress]

But they have dog wisperers. One tawked to Ivanna!

[molotov]

Those are scam artists who tell you what you want to hear.

[yay_heiress]

Well, how come mine told me Ivanna hated being in my purse?

[molotov]

Only a complete moron would think that a dog actually enjoyed being kept in a purse.

[yay_heiress]

[She draws a grumpy face.]

>_

[molotov]

What the hell is that?

[yay_heiress]

Its a fase, see?

>_<

[[OOC: Grr, coding!]]

[molotov]

I am sorry, do you think you are text messaging right now?

[yay_heiress]

No. Hoo texs with a pen? Duh!

[molotov]

Who writes those little faces with a pen?

[yay_heiress]

Me!

[molotov]

Obviously. And that is strange. Are you thirteen?

[yay_heiress]

No, Im 18.

[molotov]

You made it to eighteen without anyone at all teaching you how to spell?