Dear Diary:

I am finding myself increasingly politically isolated, especially within the American socio-political climate.

As a devout believer of Marxist-Leninism (though my desire to break off the oft imposing relations with the Soviets in the late 1950’s led some to believe otherwise), I am in a particular bind of late. Should I support the left movement in the United States, which often is a disparate conglomoration of ineffective organizations that are subtly pursuing their own agenda, or become apolitical and therefore compalcent to a defunct system of inequity?

Dearest Diary,

Today was both exhilirating and awful. The one they call ‘Lisa’ (the oppressor of my world, transformed from a pet store into a small, tragic wheel inside a translucent prison) brought home a gaggle of amateur filmmakers.

Little did I know that I was to star in a short entitled ‘Don’t kill him… smooch him’. I play the role of protagonist but have little on camera action. It was oh so wonderful to be the center of attention, I felt like the ugly duckling turned into a prom queen!

dearest diary, today i got thrown in the air by these crazy boys! i was sooo scared, but i knew there was only love between us. after all, i was looking good (my hair is growing back after the mites incident, lol) and they couldn’t stop snuggling with me. I guess I am a lovable little boy. but… i’m a little embarassed… i mean, i couldn’t help dropping one every now and then… oops. in other words, i got new bedding, which i tore up, like, all day. cotton balls rule! xoxo mao mao whoopee i’m a trapeze artist!