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So I am dreaming that I am one of the main characters on a reality TV show, which, as it happens, has placed me right in the middle of a combat zone.  I've been captured by the enemy, and I spend my time in captivity reading a treatise that defends the practice of "deaths on reality television."  It says that the public simply cannot live without its Heroes and Martyrs, and I am supposed to understand this. 

Waiting for the executioner to come, I begin writing a final letter to my mother. I admit that going on this show was a very stupid idea after all.   

Just then, there is a knock on the door.  I wake up from the dark dream, and it is my birthday.  The postman hands me another heavy stack of poo-oriented cartoons, to be translated into English.  It seems like the faster I finish anything, the faster they give me more work to do.

Happy birthday to me.

I miss my mom.

Comments

[lamortimmortelle]

aw...
well happy birthday anyways :)
lol poop...it COULD be fun =/

btw happy new year from Australia =D
i'm already in the new year...i think you have a few hours..

But hopefully you have a awesome 2008 filled with fun, positive changes and lots of chocolate ;)

[Chris B]

Nice Blog.
I will add you to my short blogroll but I don't use text links graphic only.
So if you have no special request I will head to Deviant art and grab something.

Aloha