Thursday, June 12, 2008
"Dear Diary: Some weekends... oh, I don't know, I just like to stay in, put on some Alderaan Funk, and just, like, let go, you know? Do you even know how much pressure it is running a Death Star? No. You don't. No one does. No one understands me. Not the Emperor. Not the fucking storm troopers. Even a Sith Lord needs to feel... you know, sexy from time to time. God, diary, you're the only one that gets it."