Bubbles

Dear Diary,

Today, I, Bubbles, the beautiful 60's showgirl of the Tony Mack Swingin' L.A. Show, bought a new eyelining pencil.  It's long and pointed at the end with the color as buttered rum.  It matches my eyelashes perfectly.  If Toni with an "i" comes up to me and wants to borrow it, it'll give me an excuse to stick it in her "i".  And I'll smash it in there to where she'll be begging for mercy.  And then, I'll get my own musical numbers.  I've got to hope that my voice will come back one day and maybe I can do a duet with Freddie Gold.  We can call ourselves "Silver and Gold."  I hope Blackjack doesn't knock Johnny out with those big muscles of his.  Come to think of it, Johnny's always knocked out.   I just hope he doesn't knock me up.  You know, Joe the stagehand, is a really nice guy.  He once offered to take me to dinner.  He said he liked his steak rare, but I began to wonder when we ended up in a cow field.  Well, I'm sure Tony Mack will be able to keep this ship afloat. 

Until tomorrow,

Bubblie-Boo.

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