I'm sorry, Ava, I was under the impression that this is my diary. If I've made a mistake, kindly (not stupidly, as you're prone to doing) let me know so I can start obeying your orders.

Since you'd obviously like to do things differently around here, why don't I give you the password and let you start writing typical daylogs? Does that sound nice to you? Doesn't sound too good to me.

Until you can prove to me that you're better at putting my life into words, kindly fuck off.

Thanks, love.