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Love. That's it, love. That one word should be able to explain why I'm spending so much time on my image. I believe it's a particular peasant boy that walks by with his friends. He has gorgeous green eyes and brown hair with adorable red-highlights. I think he may be Irish. Maybe Scottish. No one seems to care. Every time he comes by to walk his dog (foul creatures) at night, I could easily ambush him, but am reluctant to do so. He seems so sweet when he helps young children regain their ballons or toys or across the street (an idiotic creation, why place horrid smelling machines on a path meant for horses?). I believe I may need the opinion of my "friends", as they call the help in this country. Hurry, for I can't stand another glance at the dress shop without going in to purchase that beautiful gown to show off with.

I believe I may have what humans call a "Personal Problem". I have been told these kinds of problems must be handled by professionals such as a "psychiatrist". I have been experiencing a strange unwillingness to feed and have been spending most of my free time watching the "T.V." of my neighbor through her window. I find that I have been almost absorbed by American culture and have been having thoughts like "I must buy this" or "That seems cute" or even the dreaded "What is that?". My problem appears to be getting worse. Just the other day, when I was walking past a shop, I almost went in to buy a beautiful white dress when I realized that I never even go outside besides to feed. Who would notice my gorgeous outfit? I must see a shrink soon, or I'll surely go mad.