Journal+3-+Photograph

Choose a photograph, painting, or any other image that represents you, reveals something about you, or that you can connect with/response to. Please use a copyright free image. See the following url for copyright free sites from which to choose images. [|Copyright Free] Or, you can upload your own photograph. Perhaps it's one that depicts an important event in your life, a memorable moment, or a treasured family member. Insert the image onto your page. Then, write for 20 minutes, just like your sneeze. Enjoy=).



It had been a long day for Cookie Monster. After a day full of mistaken lines and re-takes to finish the episode of Sesame Street, he was just plain tired. "Oh, me can't wait to get in me car, drive to Starbucks, get a grande triple mocha vanilla frappe with extra espresso shots. Then me is going to lay in me bathtub and unwind. Oh yeah, that sound nice!" As he neared his car he was attacked by a vicious mob of paparazzi. "Oh snap!" he groaned and tried to avoid the onslaught of flashing cameras and microphones. "HEY COOKIE MONSTER!" "COOKIE, PLEASE A MOMENT!" "HEY CAN WE GET A WORD!" Cookie Monster tried to push through, but at that moment a cookie was pushed in his face. Truth is, Cookie Monster absolutely hated cookies. After being obsessed with them for much of his life, Cookie entered a detox program and began a life of healthy eating. Still, the producers on Sesame Street demanded he eat them for his fans, so each and everyday Cookie would go through dozens of cookies. And this cookie being pushed in his face made him snap. "GAR! Me is so darn angry! Get them cameras out of Cookies face!" He grabbed the nearest paparazzi by the throat. "You think me like these silly cookies? No! These cookies made Cookie gain 56 pounds. No! You will eat cookie!" With a look of fury, the once cute and cuddly Cookie Monster, shoved a cookie down the paparazzi's throat. "Somebody call the cops! He's gone insane." Moments later a SWAT car pulled in, and the SWAT members stepped out. "GAR! Get them cameras out of me face!" Cookie screamed. "Calm down sir!" A SWAT operative ordered. "NO! You calm down! Me is expected to be perfect and love-able Cookie Monster! Well guess what? This is real me! I is so mad I can rip all your heads off!" "He's not calming down," began the operative. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a taser. "Step back," he called to the paparazzi. The sound of the taser going off was heard. "Buzzzzzzzzzz," Cookie Monster fell to the ground as 50,000 volts was sent through his veins. The paparazzi snapped a few photos and some a few people cheered. "I guess it's time to take him back to rehab," one studio executive quoted. This day, will always be remembered as Cookie Monster's fall from grace, he was never the same again. Some claim the taser ruined his brain. Others say that he was so ashamed that he lost his personality. And most say that his life was so stressful that he lost a grip on reality, and never came back. A few weeks after this event, Sesame Street released a press statement saying they had released Cookie from their buisness. Some New York locals say he currently works at a McDonalds in Manhattan. A few professors say they have seen him in a psych ward at Newark's hospital. But no matter his fate, nobody can deny, he can no longer tell you, just how to get to Sesame Street