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Saturday, March 6, 2010

Animal Farm.

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Sesame Shirt (Kohls), Black High-Waisted Shorts (Whale), Black Tights, Cowboy Boots, Black Bag (Nine West), White Jacket--in hand (American Apparel)

Now I want to move to San Juan Capistrano. There is a splendid little petting zoo there with the most awesome animals. (There are rabbits and guinea pigs for the weak-hearted). I was most attracted to the pig. I felt extremely bad because everyone was rushing to observe the exotic birds, cuddle the bunnies and guinea pigs, and ride the horses. The pig's stall was empty with people; no one wanted to be amazed by his snorting, friendly beauty. His nose couldn't fit through the squard wires, but I was pretty doggone sure he was going to give me a nose kiss.

Humans, be aware of the great pig.

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