Dear Diary,
Or really, to anyone who is able to read this, because if you are reading this, it means I am lost. Possibly dead. On V. Price Peak. I really went and did it. I have made the decision to climb the spooky and dangerous V. Price Peak to meet and hopefully interview the International Man of Nostalgia: Dino Drac. I hope this will be a fruitful endeavor with more flavor than a stick of fruit stripe gum. But, like I said, if you are reading this, I most likely have not made it. So please, if you can, please let Yvie know how much I love her. I haven't been the best mom in the world, I know, but being one of her moms has been the greatest highlight in my life. To my friends and family, thank you for always being there for me, I will miss you all so much. Dad, go to therapy, please. I know there are more things I should say, especially to friends no longer here, but, you all know what you mean to me. At least you should. Bruce, please make sure Chewie gets the pink treats. I know you don't remember but he likes the pink treats and if he is going to stay with Yvie and you, I really... You know what, it doesn't matter. Just make sure he has the pink treats, those are his favorite. And to all the men that have loved me, may I haunt you all for the rest of your years.
Ok, bye!
Miss M
