A diary entry in the style of a crappy boy band ballad (for no apparent reason):
Lazy Saturday,
Shopping in the afternooooooon,
Bought some new tops,
And a silky bustier, yeah, yeah
[crappy foot movement and spin thing]
It's meant to make my boobs look bigger,
I just like the shaaaaaaape,
Which is real good (like you baby),
'Cos it doesn't work (it don't make my boobs look bigger, no, no)
[crappy foot movement and spin thing again]
Saturday night, was alright, babe
Watched Election on pay for viiiiieeeew
Ate some After Eights (after eight)
Reese Witherspoon pulls some really odd faces (cool)
[unnaturally high bit]
Suuundaaaay,
food shopping,
compuuuuter,
nice tea,
tv,
all on a [parody of old song] sunny sunday afternooon
[short but full on dance routine with frantic arm movements]
It was okay,
Back to work tooodaaaaaay,
Nail varnish chipping (shite purple polish),
Nine days to go though, yeahhhhhh
[repeat yeah to fade]
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