Deidara's Diary

Entry 77

Dear Diary,

Sasori is trying to make it up to me. He's taking me out to dinner tonight and he better pay for everything!

I will not pay a dime. I don't know what a dime is. Someone said it ones, so I thought why not use it?

I don't know if it even makes sense. Why do you even care?

Anyway, he's taking me to a restaurant where the serve sushi. I hope Itachi didn't bring Kisame along,

otherwise he would get mad at me again. I do miss Gayfish though. How do you think he's doing?

Great no I'm not around? What's that supposed to mean? I think I'm a very loving person.

I made some clay fishies for him. Why shouldn't I have blown them up? Of course I didn't scare the crap out of him.

He even made a happy jump. I'm sure he misses me too.

I'm finally ready to go out. I had to reapply my make-up, well Konan's make-up. I did steal it from her.

Who are you calling a girl? Wait, that wasn't you. Is that woman calling me a woman again!

She needs to be taught a lesson! I will blow something up right now.

She no longer has a desk and Kakuzu has to pay for it. See, I can even annoy him when I'm gone.

I'm sure he will miss me even more when the bill arrives for this. Sasori is tapping his food impatiently so I better go.

I'll talk to you when we arrive at the restaurant.

This sucks. Itachi was already here and now we are all sharing a table. Sasori and Itachi are giving each other death glares and

me sweet looks that make me feel sick. As long as I get my food and they pay for it I should be complaining I guess.

I take that back. It smells awful and looks like brain. I'm sure Pein would love this place,

maybe I should take him here sometime. Have some bonding time so I can make him want to eat my brain and

then I will reject him! Someone is touching my handmouth again. It's not Sasori and it's not Itachi.

Who the hell is touching me?

Okay diary, don't look down. It is not what it looks like, I'm sure. No it's not a mouse. It can't be a mouse.

I'm glad you agree. Yeah, it's too big to be a mouse. Wait, what do you mean by that exactly? OMG, it's a rat!

I do not scream like a little girl. I know that's the reason why those two guys are giggling like maniacs.

This is just awful. I don't want to be here anymore. These guys are driving me nuts and I came here to relax.

How did my life turn out like this? I should never have joined the Akatsuki. They are all way to creepy for me and

I'm scared. I just want to go home and sit in my closet all day...

Finally booze is here! I will drink away my sorrows. I am not a drama queen! It's drama king and mister drama king to you.

Love, mister drama king