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R&R Please
A/N Barbie has been around for, like, 50 years, so I assumed she is in the time period that CatCF takes place in.
February 1st
Dear Diary,
If I have to wrap one more heart-shaped candy, I will scream. I guarantee it. Luckily, the last batch of anything valentine related was shipped to the stored today. I have taken to trying to learn other languages, by reading them on the wrappers of the candies that are sent to other countries. I do not think I will get very far, though. Now, we start on candies for St. Patrick's Day, and April fools day. I pity the people who have to wrap his joke candies. Who knows what'll set one of them off. During my lunch break I had been working on an idea that I thought would be neat. I had it doodled on a piece of paper I found. It's a little pot made of chocolate, and filled with chocolate powder. And there'd be a seed (a sugar seed) and you could plant it, and add a drop of water, and it would sprout a sugar candy shamrock. Normally I would think this impossible, but he can do anything with his candies. Look at the everlasting gobstopper for example! It doesn't matter, anyways. I lost the paper. When I got done my lunch break, I left it where I was sitting (one of the hallways, on the floor, because it was more comfortable than the table in the lunch room) and forgot about it. Anyways, I can remember it, so the loss of a paper isn't important. Ugh, anyways, back to those valentine candies. It was horrid! Hearts and stars and puzzle pieces! Yes, puzzle pieces! You were supposed to put them together, and they would reveal a declaration of love, or whatever. I'd sooner eat the pieces separately, but that's just me. Now, I despise the color pink as it is (not all pink's, just the ones that scream BARBIE), and these past few days have been pink overload. I close my eyes and all I see is pink. I know that red and pink and white are the love colors, or whatever, but can't someone celebrate Valentines Day in blue or something? Or how 'bout orange? That'd be a change of pace! Ah, well, what can you expect? Tradition is tradition, and I got paid, so, I'll tolerate it. Barely. Oh! I have decided to stay in the Inn for a while longer (paying for my board, now) and work on stocking up on other things, like clothes and necessities. I bet it never crossed your mind that a poor girl sometimes couldn't afford a tampon! Thank goodness for Diana, yet again. Well, I have ranted enough for tonight, so I shall say my goodbyes.
Melissa