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artemis1560
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Latest Journal Entry: I don't really know what's going on here February 04, 2012, 03:55pm
Profile: childhood years blissfully skipping through fields of flowers, singing tralalalala. As I grew older, however, a cloud of worry began to form at the back of my mind as the truth became inescapably clear. I was not a burly hermaphrodite with muscles the size of small elephants, I was not a slime monster from outer space, I had never been brutally abused or disfigured with acid, and horror of horrors: I had a girly voice! In fact, bar an unhealthy obsession with soap, there was nothing at all the matter with me. I was going to have to make my own way in the world, with nothing but hard work and my snarky wit. ![]() In a convenient montage with inspirational music, I trained for many years to become worthy of joining Sota and Sofi�s Amazon band. It was a utopian existence. We spent our days playing with shiny weapons and torturing men until they resembled raspberry porridge. ![]() It was not to last, however. One morning, while out in the rainforest hunting faggots with my spear, I met a beautiful elf-child who captivated me and made my heart sing. Literally. It was a bit creepy actually, because obviously you can�t see my heart, so it looked like my boob was singing. The buxom midget said her name was Sarah, and I knew immediately that I would love her for the rest of my days. ![]() Together, we travelled to Turkey and set up a child prostitution business, with my own Sarahbait as top ho and sexy breadwinner extraordinaire, and in time, our enterprise became so successful that I decided to use my Amazon training to form an army for protection against jealous competitors. As El Presidente Head Honcho Pervmeister Generalissimo, I ruled with a rubber fist, Sarahbait at my side. Once again, I thought I had found my place in the world, and nothing could destroy our happiness. Oh, how wrong I was . . . That life ended forever when the notorious gayist, June, tricked me into marrying his ex, a learning-disabled baboon, named David. Kept locked in the ape�s caravan, I cursed cruel fate and fattened myself up on Jaffa Cakes. I did it out of spite, but when I had reached the size of a large elephant, a brilliant idea occurred to me, like a meteor hitting me full in the face: I would become a famous sideshow freak! ![]() It was revolutionary. My life had purpose once more. But yet again, my dreams came crashing down around me like a grand piano dropped from the thirteenth floor. When I tried to run away (or more accurately, waddle away) to join the circus, my simian spouse crippled both my legs and my hopes in a single shotgun blast. Whether out of pity or a keen nose for profit, I may never know, but after I recovered from my gaping, pus-filled wounds, David decided to support my career as a carnie, and set up a freak show out of our caravan. So far, this venture has been quite a success, and though I still pine for my Sarahbait, perhaps there are brighter days ahead . . . I am currently attempting to grow a beard to give my sideshow act a little something extra. ![]() Likes: Dislikes: Favorite Music:
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