Hello, human diary. It is I again, Mitt Romney, your better. On the campaign trail I recently had the opportunity to meet a very tall man. I asked him if he was in sport, as I assumed a tall fellow would be quite likely to engage in sport. Surprisingly, he said he was not in sport, but it was a good exchange between the two of us. I am beginning to quite enjoy my campaign banter with commoner units.
If you will excuse me now, Mr. Diary, I am feeling a bit hungry. I have recently developed a craving for chocolate-topped toroids of fried dough, which I have asked the staff to go procure for me. I enjoy the shape, because it reminds me of my ideal tax rate for high-income earners.
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