Dear Diary

Dear Diary,

  Today was…okay. It’s a Saturday, so if I stay at home, I would be doing absolutely nothing. Well, not absolutely nothing, but there isn’t anything interesting to write about at home. So, I went outside to take a stroll around the town.

  I brought a few bits too, just in case I got hungry. What? You never be too prepared. Anyways, my stroll was around town was at least interesting enough for me to write about. I trotted into that Apple Bloom filly while I was walking near the edge of town, and she tricked me into buying an entire bushel of apples!

  I only needed one to fill my stomach, not that I can't finish them all or the apples are bad, but I don't feel like carrying apples all around town. I swear, Sweet Apple Acres does live up to their name. The apples were so sweet it almost tasted like love. Well, not really, but they sure were close.

  I went to the Run Inn to grab myself a drink afterwards. I had never been there, but I wanted to explore the town a bit. The bartender was a griffin named Chalk. He was an interesting fellow, that’s for sure. He’s quite nice, and somehow he knew my name. Luckily, he said that it was okay to drink whatever I wanted.

  I didn't have anything in mind at the time, so he just gave me an metallic shot glass and poured me some ‘Everclear’. He thought that I would like it. It wasn’t too bad, but it’s not that good either. It was like water, but it had a hint of alcohol in it.

  After I finished, I asked him how he knew me in the first place. He said that daddy had talked about me. I should have seen that coming. We talked about uninteresting things for a while, that is, until he mentioned my parents.

  It turns out that most of the town knew little to nothing about mommy, daddy, and I, Birthdays, age, where we're from and even why we moved to Ponyville in the first place. He said, “You guys just inserted yourselves in our town one day.” Come to think of it, I didn't even know when their birthday is, they’ve never celebrated it.

  But, they are nice enough so that the town just brushed it off so that time later. My mom and dad often come to this place to get their Everclear. Chalk said that it’s their most ordered drink compared to others. Now, there was something I didn’t get when I see the menu.

  One of the drinks was actually, I kid you not, called Bitter! Bitter! What?! Why would somebody want to drink something that's so bitter, it’s called bitter?!?! It's like ordering a pint of Disgusting. Well, that just sounds delicious, I’m gonna put my tongue in there and go slurp it up!

  Chalk actually laughed at what I said and informed me that that's exactly what mommy said when she first saw the menu too. Come to think of it, we do share a lot of similarities.

  We talked for a few more minutes before I left. I gave him a bit for talking to me for so long and to my surprise, he said that’s what my mommy always does when she talks for too long. I then went to do more window shopping, when I meet this pegasus mare, she was taller than me and she knew an awful lot about me just like Chalk…

  I guess it’s one of daddy’s friends. She had a dark grey mane and tail, each having a thick rainbow stripe, her coat a lighter shade of grey that felt like the softest of silk, and her eyes were an intense purple, though her expression was always relaxed and somber, like she had something else on her mind the entire time. We chatted for a bit, but we had to part ways when we reached my house.

  I walked in, only to find nobody was there. I guess my parents decided to have carrot cake elsewhere. Anyways, somepony, or in this case, somechangeling delivered a suitcase that’s big as me, curiosity struck like a wrecking ball as I opened the package.

   I found the most beautiful .50cal (s) in my life, diamond for the bullet itself and the brass cartridge was top quality with beautiful etchings around it.

  Welp, in the basement it goes where two custom made silenced sniper rifles on a pedestal. They always make me shed a tear about how beautiful they are to look at. I rarely use the gun that's in my room, usually it’s for a visiting goodsprings where the trip is dangerous as heck, otherwise I never fire them…

  I’m not sure why mommy and daddy each have their custom AS50 or the reason behind it… Since there’s nothing like guns in equestria, in fact where did they get those in the first place?  Note to self: Ask mom where they got their snipers and what they’re for…

   Anyway, I’m bored as heck so I might as well sleep early,

Toddles,

Tech

Rep. Al-

  I’m speechless...