In an effort to be more like my hero Karl Pilkington I have decided to keep a diary. Karl is my hero because he's British and I'm not.
I woke up today at the crack of dawn. She woke up not long after. My one regret about being openly gay is that I can not use that joke effectively.
For breakfast I had Marmite on toast. I don't like the taste of Marmite but having a foreign sandwich spread gives you remarkable cred.
I was speaking with a man named Alan who had never heard of Marmite. He must now think I am superior to him and will probably buy a jar to be like me. If he even knows where to get it.
At the end of the day I decided to write about what happened today. I will put it on stripcreator for everyone to see. I hope they are impressed by my Marmite story.