Dear Diary,
So here I sit listening to the same song over and over again. While the grammar makes me cringe, I cannot deny that the singer of Do Ya Think I’m Sexy is in fact, just that. I discovered this song quite by accident: I stumbled across some old records in the attic. Apparently Clod Stewart was a favorite of my mother's back before I was born. And while he's old enough to be my dad, there's no denying the attractiveness of this stallion.
There's a concert coming up soon and I really want to go. But my parents are so busy with taking care of Sweetie Belle that they can't take me. I need to convince them that I'm finally old enough to go on my own. I'm fifteen, Diary. Fifteen is most certainly old enough to go to a concert solo.
Love,
Rarity