Dear Diary...

Dear Diary,

The sun shone, my friend came round whom I had n'er seen in ages (some years) and we had fantbulous time together. Sue turned up, much to my demise (the house is still a state). Even so, we've agreed to meet on the morrow. She has red-hair and a positive countenance, mental problems, an ideal partner, perfectly suited to one another. I love her, and I really do. She be as comely as Grant's missus, she still sports feminine hips, ample cleavage, and a wonderous personality. So correct. So fine. Marks out of two: I'd give her one. Though I don't wanna count my chickens before they hatch, one can but hope...

Their were many odd factors, her ex(s), baggage, junk in the trunk. The old lutier, Japanese puzzle-box maker, and more importantly: good friend, is a point of contestation. Apparently we must "talk about it - him - alone" sometime. Naturally, I fear she still hath feelings for him. I told her, "If I were gay I'd fancy him: a lutier?! AND nipponese puzzle-box maker, on top of that: he seems like a a good bloke?!" What's not to like?! I am as fond of him as she is. This does not make me gay. Well, maybe not. But all I'm saying is that they're both lovely people. Very cool man.

Max-out.