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?
Sigh, I just wish the forces of progress could unite under one message instead of feeling crushed by the stupidity of my peers and the immorality of my enemies.
I am constantly fighting uphill battles, internally and externally. Today I got stuck on the wheel and Lisa had to rescue me. Dignity escapes me as I age.
Until tommorow, forever and on,
Mao
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!
However, as the title suggests, the film encompassed a violent aura. Two of the bloodthirsty filmmakers desired my pretty, noble head to be guillotined after a brief trial from the sans-cullotes.
Luckily, a boy named Matt who was infatuated with my looks insisted on kissing me. I did enjoy this affection, but he repeatedly called me the wrong name (Melanie, and then Hamsty) during our love romp.
This leads to my continual regret over a recent sordid love affair I had with Gerbsties, our Arab next door neighbors gerbil. Our love was passionate but brief. Her heart was full of love but her parents did not approve of our inter-specie romance (I am of Hindi and Indian decent). This tragedy continues to live in my heart, but I will go on.
Yours truly,
Mao
PS. Here is the movie.
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!
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