Dear Diary: I've decided to become an elf. You might have already heard about this, so I shan't write down all the details for you. The tailor says that my outfit should be ready soon, except for the feathers, but I'm hopeful.
Dear Diary: I finally remembered to wash between my toes last night. Still feels a bit strange down there.
Dear Diary: I think I'm glad to be as tall as I am. If I wasn't this tall, how tall would I be anyway?
Dear Diary: Today is the anniversary of the day I graduated from kindergarten. Sadly, things have not been the same since.
Dear Diary: Did you hear that sound? I'm not sure if I did. One of us should probably go and take a look around.
Dear Diary: I wonder if toilets ever get lonely. Just a thought. I'll probably leave it at that for now.
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Me? Already got my pointy cap on.
