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Friday November 7, 2003 - 4:21 p.m. Seems I've slipped in here unannounced, girls and boys. It also seems I've lost some of my pals during my sojourn, namely May...and been unfavorited by others, which we won't name here to protect the innocent. I suppose it's fair to unfavorite when the diary hasn't been updated in nearly a year. Still, it doesn't change my quality, does it? Does it??? I'm thinking this weekend I'm going to watch Mommie Dearest. I read that book a few years back and was somewhat unimpressed. I'm hoping the movie will be better, which by better I mean more insane behaviour, not more angry and horrible parts. Don't want that. Want to avoid that. I just like to see insane behaviour. So I hope it's better, but I'm thinking there won't be many angry and horrible parts...cause I mean, the book...see, I suppose there were some parts that were pretty bad. I wouldn't want to be denied any clothing except two dresses for an entire year I suppose, and having to eat rare meat would suck I guess...and... Good hell, people! There are little kids out there getting the tar beaten out of them regularly! Starved! Locked in cages! Ask them if they'd rather trade that in for having only two dresses to wear for a year, having to eat some undercooked meat, and living with a volatile woman who was occasionally persnickety, what the hell do you think they'll say? There was this entire part of the book that went into great detail about how upset she was because her mother gave her two gifts for...was it Christmas? Can't recall. Anyway, for something. And when she opened them, they were earrings. One in one box and one in the other. Umm...boo fucking hoo. At least you got earrings. And the meat might have been a tad on the bloody side, but it was food. So just eat it, for God's sake. Yeah...but I'm still going to watch the movie. Looks good. As a final thought, I can't for the life of me figure out why every single time I write the word "occasionally," I think of Ellen Degeneres. Been that way for years. I guess I'll never understand myself. My brain...the way it works confounds me. I mean, I can be sitting there with a group of people, listening to a story, and suddenly this one question about the story will hit me and suddenly, until I know the answer I can't even concentrate. I can't take in the rest of what's being said, I just...must...know. For example, I was watching this show on television and there was this girl talking about how she was kidnapped and held for a week or something. And it was very traumatic and sad and all of that. But at the beginning of the account, she was talking about how when she was kidnapped she was walking across a parking lot holding a CD and singing one of the songs from the CD, and then she turned around and saw someone behind her, and how she wasn't scared at first, she was embarrassed, because she realized he would have heard her singing. Can you guess...can you just guess the detail that struck me that I simply could not let go? To this day I can't stand it because I want to know - desperately - what song she was singing to herself. If I was the host of the show, can you just see it? "That's a horrible, harrowing story. You're quite a survivor. Now, can you tell me: what CD was that you were carrying with you? Hmmm...interesting...yes...and what song was it you were singing again? Yes...fascinating. No, go on." ::: sigh ::: For some reason, I get this funny feeling that this quirk of mine is going to send me to hell somehow. Whatever. I'm going to go drink some lemonade. Be good, all of you. That's an order.
-Mlle R
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