Dear fucking diary,
15 points, 5 games, 10 goals. Like a battered wife sent to the grocery for ground beef (the irony) hiding her battered and bruised body behind an incredible unnecessary wardrobe that screams something doesn't feel right like the random rods in Juventus stadium, I feel disgusted and embarrassed of what my life has become. What has happened to me this season? Someone anonymously sent this in the mail:
You know when you get a packaged delivered to the house and you get excited because maybe you ordered something only that you forgot about? That wasn't the case. Someone, probably Australian like @Bianconero_Aus, sent the hate mail. How cruel and sick. The allegri era is quickly becoming more than just a band aid short term solution fix I trumpeted to the forum a couple months back. No, the Mister enjoys his sadistic well executed wins and knows it tears me apart. I'm getting shelled daily on the forum by Hustini that bitch. Terrified to continue my campaign for fear of community backlash, I will use sarcasm as my form of argument. Much more subtle. Fewer will pick up on it.
Uno di Noi
Love,
Dru