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The day I became Cinderella

This is crazy. C-R-A-Z-Y. Blabbering all I want on a blog page and asking people to read it,seems to be acceptable, but none of this seems to be fit enough for publication. Wowwwwww.
Anyways, I ran out of ideas for posts and after a very embarassing try on my last idea( which involved my sister, who very annoyingly refused to comply) , I have decided to pour out my heart and soul( I have always wanted to say that!) into this blog which I will consider as a diary( which is crazy because I am putting up my thoughts on a banner for any one in this world to read and I am calling it a diary. Hmmm..).
I woke up really early this morning. Or so I thought, because it was still dark outside. It wasn't. Crazy early I mean. It was a decent 6 am and I had to pee. No surprise there, because I always seem to have to pee. I got back into bed and snuggled up only to hear water. Glorious fresh amazing water that gushes out of my tap only for about 20 minutes every morning. Needless to say, I jumped out of bed again and became Cinderella. I cleaned my bathroom and swept and wiped my floor, and also gave myself a power shower.(which involves kneeling underneath the tap and letting the cold cold water wash over me)
I think I shalt give thou diary a name ( Is that even right??) just like my darling sister did to her diary. Which I read all the time, by the way. Really interesting if you ask me. Hilarious. That is why I wanted to post it all as a column on this blog but she won't let me. I can't imagine why.
Now, about that name. I love naming things. I find it so satisfying. I wonder if I can open up a company that names anything. That would be sooo coooooool!!!!
Right. The name. Something mystical and powerful. How about..... Fierese? I love it.
I can shorten the name to Fi. Yay!
Henceforth, thou shalt be addressed Fi ( aka Fierese).

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