January 20th
Dear Diary:
Guess who called last night? Nate Hackett. I missed that little bugger, I miss the days where we would interchange ideas and talk about things I love, though I hated when he interrupted.
Anyhow, everything was great the first hour of my monologue but then he muttered some of the most despicable words to me, EVER.
He called to say that if he was offered the JAGs OC he would bring me, Saint Doug, as the OL coach. I said to him, "you little traitor, I made you, you don't get to call the shots on me" I'm calling Paul about this, I wonder if the cell phone still works after I smashed it against the wall.
So pissed...
PS: a bag o poop was delivered to my doorstep, it wasn't on fire but it had an inscription that read "May the S...... be with you", I don't know why they couldn't spell ****, the educational system is broken in the his country.
Saint Doug.