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Welcome to Moscow's Blog
Blog Post Number: One
You are visitor number: One
Location: Big Brother's house, my room
Subject: Become one wi- I mean be my friend!
Здравствуйте, мои новые друзья! My name is Moscow, the capital of Russia! Since you are now my friend, you can call me Calina, da. I have never had a friend before (My family is the only people who can talk to me without crying) but I have learned that the internet is a great way to meet new people without really 'meeting' them. *shrug* I will give it a try; if this does not work I can always just drag Vilnius the mall with me, da ^_^
Because you are my new friend, I will tell you some things about me!
Full name: Calina Anastasia Braginski or Moscow
Gender (for all you American idiots out there that do not know Calina is a girl's name): I am indeed a girl
Height: 190.5 cm
Weight: I have not checked in a while but I weigh less that fat ass Washington DC, I know that
Age: I lost count of my real age, but my human age is fifteen
Eyes: Violet
Hair: Ashen blonde that goes down to about the middle of my back
If you would like to know, I do not really smile. It usually makes people cry faster. I only smile when I am nervous or when I want to creep people out. It is quite funny watching people tremble in their boots~
Family: Big Brother Russia, Aunt Ukraine, Aunt Belarus, Cousin Kiev, and Cousin Minsk (he's scary…I am quite certain he is watching me as I type)
Hello Cousin, I saw you were talking about me.
GAH! Oh, h-hello there M-M-Minsk. I did not know you were here…right behind me….in my room…without blinking *small smile*. What are you doing here, dear cousin?
I just came to see you. Why are you calling these horrible people reading this your friends? Am I not your friend?
W-w-well of course y-you are my f-f-friend. *mumbles* you just will not let me talk to anyone else…..
What was that little cousin?
N-nothing! Ummm, I believe I h-hear Kiev breas-I mean footsteps in t-the hallway. How a-about you talk to h-her while I finish this b-blog, da. Is t-that all right?
I guess so. I will be right back.
*Door shuts* phew, that was close. *takes a swig of vodka* you did not see that. This is water, not Big Brother's vodka that I 'borrowed'. Water *takes another sip*. *sigh* Cousin Minsk is going to give me a heart attack one of these days. Every time I turn around BLAM, he is right there. Once I was walking around my house at night, I turned a corner, and all I saw were Cousin's eyes! They were glowing like a cat's! I screamed like DC playing Slender and dropped the vase of sunflowers I was carrying. Then he just walked over, threw away the broken glass and sunflowers, and walked away like nothing had happened! I was so terrified!
*Chugs the rest of the bottle* I better finish this blog post before Cousin gets back. *Glances at the door* he broke the lock again….