This is my buddy Donkey. I wrote a diary entry about it in my Opendiary. I'll transfer it into here. You see, it's on what is called the theme of the week. For some reason all I can think of is, "See I think drugs have done some good things for us, I really do, and if you don't think drugs have done some good things for us, do me a favor, go home tonight, take all your albums, all your tapes, and all your CD's and burn them. Because you know what, all those musicians who've made all that great music that's enhanced your lives throughout the years, rrrrrrrrRRRRRREEEEAAAAALLLLLLLL Fucking high on drugs." Yeah, so here's what I have to say on Donkey. Slightly edited of course...
Donkey's my BESTEST friend in the whole widest world. I couldn't imagine my life without it (that's a sensative subject about Donkey's gender). Donkey's always so helpful to get me in trouble. In fact, Donkey is always with me! Never leaves, we even talk while I'm in the shower, and when I'm sleeping. Sometimes I'm the only one that can hear donkey, but I think others can sometimes and just don't want to admit it. My therapists don't believe Donkey exists. I don't know why, I've proven that it's real. How have I proven that it's real? I drew a picture of it! Looks just like it! Sigh, I guess I'll never be understood. But I couldn't imagine what life would be like without Donkey. Dreadfully boring I suppose. I talk to Donkey out loud sometimes, but mostly I don't have to since it reads my mind. When I talk to Donkey out loud, for some reason, people give me funny looks. Why?
You see, about Donkey's gender, Donkey is a crossdressing hermaphrodite who got a sex change at birth when the aliens took Donkey and gave it an anal probe. So Donkey doesn't like to talk about it.
Yes, yes, I know I'm strange. No, no, I'm not being serious. If you're wondering, Those are my eyes, Claire's lips, and Vanessa's hair on Glitter's body and face. |
