Hi guys! please tell me what you think! Dear Diary, I am the Singing sensation Veronica Starr, and this is my diary. You should be honred to be reading this, since it is my diary. I am so talented. My agent says so too. My pet pug, Snookums, isn't feeling well.My Daddy says that it was all the caviar I gave her which is absoulute nonsence. My ickle bickle babycakes is sitting in her rhinestoned bed. Poor little Baby woo. Anyway, it's my Birthday tomorrow, and I have made a list. Here are all the things I want. 1. A new leopard skin purse to put Snookums into. 2. A 60-inch flat screen TV. 3. New pink high heels, Paris Hilton of course. 4.A new hair stylist. This one is always annoying me. 5. A new private jet. Then at the party I want baloons, a huge cake, 5 tier, and in pink icing it says my name, and then 12 candles, and then I want a dj to come, and fancy colorful lights, and celebs everywhere! Not to mention presents! I can't wait! Must go, Jeeves our butler is serving dinner.

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x3 It's pretty good! Are you going to write more?

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yup. heres some more. Well, today was a disgrace. I'm calling my agent, lawyer, and I'll tell my personal assistant. I have two things that realy anoyed me. I was on live television, on Jim Holland's chat show, when some idiot left a glass of water on a box. I mean, how am I meant to work with this imbassillic nonsense! Then Daddy won't let me have a party like that! He said that I must keep a low key birthday!! Meanie!! He said I could have a nice big sleepover with my friends in the spare room! What kind of an offer is that? Dumb, I know. I had a tempper tantrum, but he still wont crack. I have to go, I need to shout at him more. Bye!

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