Entry July 28, 2025

Dear Diary,

I woke up craving chaos and potassium.

So I tried to become a banana.

I wrapped myself in yellow tissue paper, fell down the stairs, knocked over a bucket of shea butter, and now I smell like tropical regrets.

I also may have licked a fragrance bottle. For research.

Results inconclusive. Taste? Horrible. Vibes? Immaculate.

Then I spent 14 minutes crying in the glitter drawer. Not because I failed. Just because it sparkled.  ** sighs **  So beautiful. 

Anyway, I’m no longer a banana. But I am sticky and dangerous.

Love,

Melinda 💋

P.S. Tomorrow I’m trying to open my own Etsy store. No one can stop me. Not even Joyce.