My dear sweet Rivki is taking a creative writing class. She had to write a journal for someone who was not her, so of course she wrote one for JC. So, we at Cuteness of DOOM present: A diary, by Rivki, channeling JC Chasez.

feedback Rivki.

February 10th

J got me this for my birthday – said I could write stuff down in it, like lyrics and ideas and inspiration and stuff. Such a good idea. Normally I just jot stuff down on anything nearbye – napkins, my hands…-then I’m lucky if I can find the damn thing, let alone be able to read it. So finally my days of searching for pens and pads are past – hey that should be good – peter piper picked a peck of pickled peppers – ick. But anyway, it is great cause you never know when inspiration will strike.

February 19th

Once we were friend/please let me make amends – Sucks, it does! there’s an extra foot in the second line – kill me now! It should go ya dee yah dah dah – words – bah!

February 20th

Ooh, I have this idea – love song – damn it – it’s leaving – chorus has to sound like…Ahhhh – come out. Dammit, I lost it. Maybe it’ll return.

March 1st

Lunch with the guys today was great – I still can’t believe how much J eats and it’s all greasy and yuck. Luckily Chris saved me from the icky food, well, that’s how he put it at least. Although sitting next to J as a diner sure does take guts, glad it fell to Chris rather than me. We talked about jazz for most of lunch – I’ve been hooked on Ella Fitzgerald for the past week and a half. Am I Blue keeps running through my head. Plus, the lyrics to The Lady is a Tramp are really interesting. All syncopated which works especially considering how words are cut off in the middle to retain the rhyme scheme. “Hate California, it’s cold and it’s damp…” great line, and far too true. That reminds me, have to take my guitar in – it got rained on and I think something’s warped - the strings are not the right distance from the fretts – makes it buzz oddly.

March 4th

Well, the guitar’s fixed – turns out someone just knocked something out of place – probably one of the guys when they came over, I told them not to play with it. “I may not be a star/But don’t fuck with my guitar” sure, it’s not elegant, but it sure does get its point across.

March 30th

What rhymes with girl?

May 3rd

star/car/far/marr/tar/bar

I went with my boys to the bar
And you were there looking like a star

me/see/be/key/exstasy/he/knee/see/tree/
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You are my key to exstasy
you/shoe/moo/rue/knew/too/few/loo/que
I said, Come with me, you will see

Hmm, I can pull the “you are my key to exstasy” down below the “Come with me” line, I’d have to change it to “I am your key to exstasy” but that’d be fine, wouldn’t change the rhythm. But then I have a hole, I need something between the two pairs, another line of really choppy stuff like the first to be followed by the “come with me” pair. Hmmm.

May 2nd

Another lunch with the boys – they were trying to help me fill in that gap, but it wasn’t working. Maybe if I stop thinking about it it’ll come to me. I almost want to write a love lost song – J’s girl just broke up with him – but that’s not really what I’m good at. Maybe I’ll ask Chris for help. In other news my mom just sent me a huge shipment of cookies and cakes and stuff – she really does want to fatten me up. Maybe I’ll have the guys come over, J, Chris, Joey, Lance. That should cheer up J – we’ll play pool and drink beer and and eat cookies and watch football – or maybe not the football so much since his girl is a cheerleader. Oh wait, football season is over. We can watch baseball – no cheerleaders there. Sounds like a plan.