My dad's trying to get me into remixing weird vintage postcards, but I don't see the point. What a weird hobby! I'd rather be arranging model trains.

Mom made boiled cinnamon for dinner again. Yuck! She said I couldn't go play Pokemann Combat 9 until I'd cleaned my plate, so I had to choke it down. When I grow up I'm just gonna eat Frosted Cinnamon Twists for every meal!