Is it really fair that Justin is the only Timberlake being appreciated in this world? Heck no. There is another cutie in the family, little Jonathon. I mean, you would not believe how much more advanced this kid is than his big bro. So in honor of our favorite little brother, we let Jon have his own section to spew his thoughts, a little something we like to call.... J's Journal.
August 18, 1999
Dear Journal,
Beyond excited, is the only way I can really explain this oppurtinity to share with the world my most inner thoughts. I start Kindergarten in 2 weeks, can you believe it? I'm going to be at the same education level as my idiot of a brother, Justin. Please! Don't scream, I've already entered the "Guiness Book of World Records" as the youngest person to get a hearing aid. I am so sick of everyone going nuts over Just. His album goes Gold... oooh. His gets Hottest Person of the Year or whatever...oooh. No one cares that I got learned how to read at age 3. That I took my first steps at 7 months. Nope... it's all about Justin. Justin Justin Justin! Ah, I digress. Maybe this whole school gig can finally get me some well-deserved attention. And some chicks too. I AM a Timberlake after all. If my brains won't attract the ladies, then my suave moves and irresistible charm will. If that doesn't work, hell, I'll bleach my hair. I'll let you guys know how the first day goes. Time for me to go key up that gay mini-van of his now. Good night!
Yours Truly,
Jonathon
August 18, 1999
Dearest Journal,
Salutaions, all. I've been sick with the flu lately, so my experiemental cure for AIDS has been put on hold for the moment. I am so close, I can feel it! Then I'll be the most famous Timberlake and no one will even remember that imbisle! School was a pain. A group of kids who's age is higher than their IQ. They can't even paste and talk at the same time. Eating crackers is a challenge for them. What else? Oh yeah, Britney came over again. Supposedly, she needed to get her sweater she left over here... LAST YEAR. But I saw her get into Justin's pants and try on his "J R T" necklace. Tee hee... the "T" in the middle stabbed her in her left breast and I heard a "POP!" It was so hilarious, she ran out of the house like a bat out of hell. I guess those fat legs are good for something. That chic is screwed, I swear. ::cough cough::. Ahh... time for some Campbell's.... hey! I didn't know there was chicken in this soup! Bye bye now.
The ever so ill,
Jon
