Dear dairy......
2 October 2008
I have never felt so bad, half my family has been shot to pieces, luckily I escaped the slaughtering ( lucky me) and now I walk around like a million dollar man. My mother sends me emails every day ( she should go to hell, just like my other family) I wish I was back in Russia, so that I can shoot her with my specially branded AK-47. I'm really famous now a days, I've been in the news, you should have seen it: 6 hobos murdered at the donut shop, with a baseball bat. How that happened? It was an accident, I promise. So I was walking to the donut shop, 5 minutes later I came out with 35 donuts. 6 hobos talked to me: dude give us some donuts, I slowly put my hand in the paper bag, then I told them: look at the pretty sunset. They looked away. I tried to reach my pistol, but I could not reach it in time, so instead took the baseball bat. Never waste a second, so I started smacking. They were raving angry like this:
They chased me over the entire Liberty city ( hell you gotta shake of that last Bugershot) it was not that fun. Running around I leaded them into an alley. I am very short tempered ( they should know that) and 5 minutes later police was all over the place searching for me. He he, I killed them all. Oops I was not suppose to tell you that. Can you keep a secret?
Oktober 4 2008
It's 6 am, I don't wanna get out of bed, but I don't have a choice. I probably have a busy schedule today, lets check: nope nothing. I guess I will just lay in bed then. Oh no! It's my birthday today. Knock knock, I hear on the door. Come in, a weirdo with lots of presents marches in to the room. He says: some presents for you Niko Belic. I replied: I DON'T WANT YOUR DAMN PRESENTS!!!! I pull out my Desert Eagle and shoot his brains all over the floor. Ha ha ha ha. luckily I was just day dreaming. It's not really my birthday. I just wish it was, all those presents.
It is now like 8 am, I found a sweet hummer with a nice paint job. So I start shooting out all there guts ( there was probably4 guys in the hummer, I don't know my eyes is not that good) I shot the driver in the head 3 times with my Desert Eagle ( these days those sneaky pests wear body amour, make sure they were dead) then the rest climbed out of the car. They shot me hard till I hit the floor. They thought I was dead, but I was not yet. They walked away with there there backs turned. not smart. I make a fancy ninja move, and pull out my Micro Smg. Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! Die bastard!!! I emptied 5 magazines on them. When they were dead, a police car splatted me. So I ended up in the hospital. The patient next to me was a old man, he was about 70 or 80. They forgot to take away my weapons, we had a cook out. Yeah he was the patties ( you know that old man, that was right next to me) Please post a comment on how do you think I cooked him.
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