Not a Grimoire

Dear diary,

Theodore took a really big sh*t today.

Like, it was so massive I had to use a second baggie. He must been so constipated, I could practically see the relief in his eyes as the ginormous turd left his bowels. It's kinda sad that it's like the only interesting thing that happened today.

School was meh. I'm still ignoring Bobby and Goodman's decided to set up a commercial gym. He said, "the people are interested in getting fit right now Tina. We must capitalise on this business venture else we fall to the wayside. Barely scrapping by, relying on handouts by my girlfriend. No. I'm the provider in this family and I will provide."

For some reason that really stuck with me. I feel like he's just given me a golden landmine to use against him the future.

Love,

Tina