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Phanpy

September 6, 2010

Note: For some reason, wordpress got messed up and post-dated my last post to August 2. If you haven’t seen it yet, there’s a post on Butterfree further down the main blog page. Yes, I am too lazy to give you a link.

Maybe when school starts, and I’m forced back into my deadly-busy lifestyle, I’ll write more post as an anxiety treatment for sitting still and not doing anything for more than 1.2 seconds. But, I love elephants. They’re gorgeous intelligent animals, and huge and awesome. I love these animals, except for things like this:

(Warning: This is the equivalent of an elephant’s 2girls1cup…I guess)

When I was a kid, my mom gave me this tiny, literally like 1cmx1cm ceramic, purple elephant. She told me it’s very important, so I began to imagine that this little elephant had supernatural properties that would give me good luck. I would look at it, and cherish it whenever I felt I needed that extra push to get through something. I used to hide it inside a pillow… because I had little pillow-friends when I was a kid. It’s a by-product of being poor and not having enough likable stuffed animals. Unfortunately, I lost this elephant, and I still hurt inside from this heartbreaking loss.

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One Comment leave one →
  1. September 28, 2010 10:38 pm

    WHAT IS WRONG WITH THAT ELEPHANT????????????????????

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