29 July 2012
Dear diary,
Super-duper-manly-guy totally stole the girl I was about to rescue from a wasp. He thinks he's so cool. I do most of his work for him! You know what happens when he goes home? His mom gives him dinner and he plays computer games all night. When I go home, I repair all the crap his tubby rear end damaged trying to look like a hotshot superhero.
Damn him! I should be Super-duper-manly-guy! He doesn't care about saving people. He does it for the attention. That girl today, diary. She was so beautiful. She had almost all of her teeth and everything. But she didn't even notice I was there until she looked around for someone to take a photo of her and Super-duper-douche-bag. My mom says she's not good enough for her Ronald anyway if she can't see past his act.
This morning, he sat on my mint condition, unopened special edition Spock with interchangeable hand and eyebrow accessories. Oh, he infuriates every fibre of my being!
He. Must. Go. I must get Barry kicked out of our awesome superhero club.
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