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// Entry 5 
// Story: Cinnamon's Journal 
// by Mocha Star 
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Entry 5

        Sorry it’s been a couple days since my last entry, but it’s been a hard time.  My friends came over tonight and we played a couple games and I learned that the Stratonet has this telegraph thing where you can talk over it!  I went on my son’s and talked to some of his friends when he wasn’t home.

        He couldn’t get me out of the room so he finally just joined me in talking with his friends.  I’ve never talked to another pony from across the land before like they were close. 

        I talked to my boss at work and found out that I’m just in the running because I haven’t been there long enough and he doesn’t trust me to run the kitchen, even if it is in a bar.

        There’s a fun and silly card game called Cards Against Ponydom and it’s very very silly.  It has a lot of sexual stuff and some stuff that might make the Princesses mad, like I was given a card that asked what I wanted for supper and I got a card that said Princess Celestia’s teats.  

        I think we all almost peed it was so funny and my neighbor stopped by to make sure we weren’t under a spell or something.  I guess it’s a great game and I’m going to the hobby shop to buy a set and hide them away so if the game is banned we can play in secret.

        Well, it’s not like a lot of things get banned.  But I guess it never hurts to be ready.  I have cans of food, bottles of jam, and enchanted gems for purifying water just in case some nearby nation decides to attack.  A pony can’t be too careful or safe, right?

        I might even have a backup of you some day in the storage cellar.  Well, basement of this house we share with three other families.

        They call it a four plex but I don’t see why we can’t live in one house and just share everything, but that’s a nomad thought they say.

        I was almost arrested yesterday.  A policepony came up to me while I was trotting home after a long day and pushed me to the wall of a building and began to search me and my saddlebags for anything dangerous or illegal.

        I had to explain that I was a chef at a restaurant and that was why I had a knife.

        It was a little lie so I wasn’t a bad pony, but if I told her I was working at a bar I might have been in more trouble.  She said she saw a pony that looked a lot like me steal something a few days before.  She said she was going to watch me closely, but I didn’t do anything wrong so when I was leaving I stuck my tongue out at her and galloped away before she saw me.

        I am a good pony, even though I like to fantasize about fillies.  I don’t do anything about it besides mate more with my wife and she’s happy as ever.  But, that’s not even all the time, so I’m a good pony.  Right?

        I don’t know why I’m asking a book when I should be asking a pony that knows something, but this’ all I have.  I just don’t feel safe talking to a pony when I can write it to myself and look back on it someday.  I hope that future me reads this and laughs at how silly I was.  Hello future me.  :c)

        I think I need a change and I know where it is.  The portal to the other earth has been open for a while now and thanks to the Stratonet, we can see what the other earth is like and the mutant minotaurs don’t seem too bad.  I’ll talk it over with the family, maybe we can move there for a season and write a book or something.  Maybe we can live there forever and I can get a new lease on life.  

        I’ll be honest, Journal, I don’t like where my life is right now.  The bar is slow, the boss is a verlion that can go queef herself, and I’m not happy there.  I have a cousin in the guard so I’ll ask him in a letter tomorrow about the process to go over there.  Maybe I can see the other side before too many moons pass.

        Good night, Journal.