
Amir as Don Draper.

The Diary of Anne Frank, the lost entries
Dear Kitty,
Omg, so bored. Like, I know we’re supposed to be quiet and all, but I was just like listening to some Nelly on my iPod and my dad walks in and is like: “OMG ANNE, WTF R U DOING, WE’RE SUPPOSED 2 BE QUIET, DUH” and I like, take the earbuds out and say “Um, so who is making more noise, me listening to my freaking iPod, or you yelling at me like a little bitch?!” he shook his head at me and left. I told his ass. Omg since the van Pels’ moved in Peter has been skeez-oid MAJOR like, um, I’m 14, can we not? He was like “Omg Anne I think you write really good” and I just like, rolled my eyes and told him that if he kept being such a pussy he was bound to get a period. Life sucks, h8 being 14, h8 being locked up here, h8 Nazis, like, this war is like an extended grounding. It could only be worse if my dad started playing his Grateful Dead CD’s and drinking gin and tonics like Chanukah 1938. FML.
-Ttyl, Anne
Gotta love Anne Frank