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May 27, 2005
Queen Amidala’s Diary, Part 2
Long Time Ago
Naboo
calories: 1530, milk units: 3, number times vomited: 1, winning lotto numbers: 0
Am writing in the dark as have lights off and curtains closed so Jar Jar won’t know I’m home. Why couldn’t Anakin kill *him* instead of those stupid Sandpeople or Jawas or whatever? Oh, yeah, that’s because he’s on some stupid mission with Master Kenobi and hasn’t written or called for weeks now. HELLO! I’m a QUEEN! You know, I think Master Kenobi had a thing for me. And he would totally call no matter what the heck was going on.
Of course, he wouldn’t marry me, either, because he is not flirting with evil the way Anakin is.
Why is life so complicated?
Morning sickness sucks. Would kill for some Cherry Garcia. Am loving new dark chocolate peanut M&M’s, though.
Posted by Amidala at May 27, 2005 05:33 PM
Comments
A wee bit autobiographical don't you think? The M&Ms not the morning sickness obviously.
Posted by: tonderdo at May 27, 2005 05:45 PM
Ok .. maybe I *DO* believe you dressed up as a Jedi now. :)
Posted by: Shan at May 27, 2005 06:59 PM
Tam, I'm not sure it's nice to comment on my problem with the peanut M&M's in a public forum. I mean, they are the DARK SIDE M&M's. I am powerless.
Shannon, I told you a woman doesn't make up stories about dressing up as a Jedi. If I was going to make up a story, it would make me look much less like a nerd. ;)
Posted by: Adrienne at May 27, 2005 10:07 PM
Point taken. :)
Although I must be a nerd then 'cause I am thinking dressing up as a Jedi would be kind of cool. I lack the courage to do so though. :)
Posted by: Shan at May 28, 2005 02:12 PM