February 6, 2005 9:47am

Dear Diary,

Oh my life.. my life..
16 pounds even... hmmm?
Today I ate ALL of my food.. didn't have to sneak some over to Cleedus or Winston... No modeling contract looming over my head.. Don't know where this appetite comes from.. but I better watch my girlish figure... I'm hoping the boys upstairs wake up and take me to the beach... Cause this place is startin to look like a dump! I feel like peeeing on the new leather sofa.. Well.. maybe I'll walk upstairs and bark.. yeah.. that's what I'll do... Outta my way Winston.. move over Cleedus.. Girl's got a mission! Until my next entry.. toodles.
—M

November 30th, 2004

Dear Diary,
I'm bored.. Winston keeps after my bone and well... Cleedus doesn't feel like playing... I wish I were still competing in America's Next Top Model.. I didn't mean to tear up Tyras shoes.. and what big shoes they were.. very clownish.. and Nigel.. well I just couldn't help myself.. He was wearing shorts.. and oh.. nevermind.. I'm stuck in this loft until park time... I'm feeling rather mischievous but do I really want to get in trouble? What's a girl to do?
Until my next entry..
Toodles..
Yours truly.
Moo Moo.