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Sunday, September 21st, 2008
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4:24pm
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Lol, my LJ became an advertisement. GG capitalism.
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| Monday, October 1st, 2007
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10:23pm
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8:03pm - i don't know, part 1
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No! No! You can't take her! yelps the daughter in a shrill voice. It's as if her life is being yanked from her hands, her heart from her chest. The mother continues to pull until Lenein's left arm tears from the rest of the body. Ugh, such cheap threads and poor sewing! A lazy novice must have put this one together. Feathers and fluff pop into the air, a few pieces of the debris catching the daughter's unmanageable hair. The mother has tried to tame that lion's mane for years, but not even a comb of steel could calm such a storm!
Look at what you have done. Now what will I give to your cousin? The rest of your toys look like they belong to the street children! Images of bare feet on pavement, blackened fingernails and missing teeth fill the daughter's head.
That is why Lenein is her favorite. It once belonged to a princess of New Spain and it made her different from the other dolls. It was clean and smelled of fresh paper. Ever since the mother gave it to her, the daughter became royalty too. Her throne, the high seat in the kitchen.
Time is running out and the mother still needs to finish cleaning before her sister and niece arrive. Fetch my broom in the pantry, I have so much to do!
At this, the daughter drops to the floor and begins to sob silently because her most precious doll is now handicapped.
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| Tuesday, September 19th, 2006
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6:11pm
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aisu kuriimu is tasty.
butterscotch.
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| Friday, July 21st, 2006
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10:45pm - thanks to seatoo
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SOMEONE NEEDS TO TUSR.
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| Thursday, July 20th, 2006
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6:41pm - please don't read this
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everything is alright.
i'm not dead yet.
i still have 20/20 vision.
there's still chocolate milk in the fridge.
csulb says i can't attend their school in the fall.
and like i said, everything is alright.
current music: the humming of an electric fan
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| Monday, June 26th, 2006
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10:30am - the walls
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i'm not sure what to think of high school. i guess this is what i have to say about my experiences:
thank you for making me tolerant and more aware of everything. thank you for showing me that this world needs direction. thank you for planting progressive ideas in my head.
look at me, i'm ready to tell the world that we fucked up.
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