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i can’t help it. despite the badness of disney, i love the goodness of disney. and i love a parade, a fireworks display, and i love, most of all, the storybook boat ride. when i was younger, i wanted to work on the storybook boat ride. i still do, kind of. when i was older, i wanted to be a guided tour guide there, and wear the goofy equestrian uniform that they wear, and tell all my guests about the petrified tree. now that i’m old, i would still love to be something disneyland, mainly i would like to work at the kennel where people visiting drop off their pets for the day. i could be the disneyland kennel vet tech! alternatively, i could be a vet tech for the goats and mini horses in the petting zoo. (not many people know that there is a petting zoo in disneyland, but there is, and i want to work in it.)
do i sound like a 4 year old? disneyland does that to me.

bring a jacket. it’s always cold.

god, i LOVE the british museum in all its antiquities procured through imperialismic glory. on the one hand, i get overjoyed to see all the things in it, but on the other i get very sad about how the things got there. still, it’s the only place i know where you can see a man chopped in half, and a shoe found in a mediaeval trash heap. that shoe kills me. could you imagine that all that was left of your entire existence was a shoe, and that your smashed up, 1/2 rotted shoe, out of all the shoes of its generation, would end up in a museum for all to see? your little shoe. my god. that is why i love the british museum.

i couldn’t believe how clean it was. i ate frozen pineapple on a stick. my cousin goes every year for her birthday. (jealous, me, even though i do recognize that the disney corporation is shifty and what not, i do LOVE many things about it.)

I was born. I lived in an incubator. Later I lived in Bellevue Hill and used to slide down a hill in a park that might have been “the” hill, but i’m not sure. I was only little and haven’t been back.