I mentioned to Mark how the kids wouldn’t actually be reading the entries, just the parents, so he decided to do his own spin on it. And I actually turned it in.
|A bear and her journal|
Here is Mark’s diary entry for Katy ChaCha:
Another week. Another house. All I really want is to be out of the “system” and to have some stability in my life. But I must have chased one too many hikers or eaten one too many picnic baskets in a past life and so this is my lot. As always, I shall try to make the best of it.
The new family seems okay. The kids are small but together might make for a tasty snack. The mom doesn’t look very tender but beggars can’t be choosers --- I’d eat her too. The dad is the wild card in all this. He seems really awesome. So smart, so funny and talented. I guess I’ve got a bit of a human-crush on him. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll still eat him too, but I’m definitely eating him last of the four.
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We’re going to Berkeley today, home of the Cal Bears. Pretty excited to see more of my own kind. No, not other bears; stoners! Just kidding. Bears. Maybe we’ll maul some hippies or something?
|We went to La Farine bakery on College Ave. The morning buns are amazing. Or so I’m told. The boy delights in putting a piece in front of me, tantalizingly close yet just out of reach. I’m so eating him first.|
|You can’t go to Oakland without taking a ride in the hood. This was actually pretty fun. Having second thoughts about eating the girl.|
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Haircuts and grocery shopping today. I’ve never had a haircut. My hair doesn’t even seem to grow. Come to think of it, nothing about me ever changes. I don’t get older. I don’t get bigger. Starting to question my own existence. I’m so deep today, lol. I should post this to tumblr. #reflective
|OMG look at this shirt I’m wearing. You know it’s bad when you’re the worst dressed one in the picture and you’re not the one wearing a smock.|
|Thinking of trying to escape. I think my best bet is to hide in the groceries and quietly slip out when no one is watching. Wish me luck!|
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Gosh this week went by fast. I laughed. I cried. I sat passively and let myself be manipulated for degrading photos. I wonder what next week holds? Until then I remain,
|The actual journal entries as transcribed by me.|