Journal entry 101

Today was my birthday, so of course what better way to celebrate my grace being blessed upon the universe than to have endless Sprite brought up to me by my forced-to-be-faithful-subjects-or-they-will-be-exiled. After I drank my weight in lemon-lime carbonated beverage I made my way to my most recently erected monolith. I stood in front of it, admiring the amount of detail that my slaves...I mean totally willing and payed workers, had put into it. It is depicting me destroying The Great John Cena. Although I couldn't see him, I was able to make him smell what The Rock was cooking, and quickly dispatch him like you would dispatch a rabid cow.