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I love Disneyland. Though I haven’t been a fan of Disney’s films for a long time. I can pinpoint the exact moment when my relationship with Disney’s animated features went sour: 1988. Even at the age of seven, having to sit through Oliver and Company was a painful bore. But an “edgy” singing Chihuahua didn’t diminish my love for the park. As a southern California native that spent his weekends on Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride, I remain positively brainwashed over the happiest place on Earth, even at the age of 25. I might be older (hell, my hair is already sprouting gray), I might be more cynical, but there is no smarm. There is no cheap irony. The only thing left is a genuine grin on my face.

Creepy? Kind of.

I jumped at the opportunity to purchase an annual pass to Disneyland last Christmas – an entire year’s worth of nostalgia, spectacle and overpriced beverages – and I plan to wring all the goddamn joy I can out of the experience. These articles, while names were changed, events were re-arranged, embellished and possibly made up, are factual accounts of my time spent at Disneyland. Hopefully, after a year’s worth of writing on the subject, we can all come to the conclusion that I shouldn’t be allowed near anyone under the age of 12, nor anyone over the age of 45.

Enjoy!

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Monday, July 12, 2006: Club 33 And Me

Monday, July 3, 2006: Beautiful Women, Injured Children, Pirates and Me

Wednesday, May 3, 2006: Whoopi Goldberg Hates The Chinese (but it’s not her fault)

Sunday, February 12th 2006: Screaming Children, Television Cameras, The Olympics and Elderly Japanese Wome