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So people's Dreams have been giving them gifts, right?

People I know have gotten some pretty neat shit. Like bad ass bows, wings, a mechanical arm and kick ass ravens.

I get a skateboard.

Specifically this skateboard:

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Not even the full fucking board. Just the damn deck!

Christ.

Fine. Whatever.

Anyone know a skate park where it won't be weird for a 27-year-old ex-soldier to do a few fucking ollies?

It's probably a bad thing to tell my professor to suck my dick, huh.

Whatever.

Ever woken up revolted by your own wardrobe? Oh, but no worries, I found a couple things that were just perfect.

I missed being me.

Well, I'm glad my birthday was a success yesterday even if today's a fucking shit show.

Chris was a little shit the entire drive up to summer camp. Hopefully two weeks at camp will smarten him up.


Oh, and my Dreams continue to be fucked up. Turns out this serial killer woman from a while back, Norma, who pretended to be a vampire during her murders and pretended to be an FBI agent as we were investigating said murders was, actually, a vampire. Go fucking figure. And now I think I am too?

Anyone have any first hand experience with this sorta thing? The fuck am I supposed to do?


((OOC: for those of you who have stuff to do with Chris and never heard of summer camp, let's just pretend that Leon's mentioned it in conversations or whatnot and that this wasn't something I decided last night Har Har Har))

If another whiny pissbaby comes into the ED for a cold, I am going to punch them in the face.

It'll distract them from their sore throats.

If I could sell my father to the zoo I would.

I really know how to fucking pick them.

Said mornin' to my ... roommate, got punched in the face.

If you are the idiot who managed to block the side entrance of a hospital with your car, you're going to need to call a tow truck.

Someone let the air out of your tires.