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It figures that my brother's care package would be as obnoxious as he is. I now find myself the unlucky recipient of various condoms (flavored, glow-in-the-dark, rilakkuma), gravure idol mags and bacon lube. Seriously, bacon. lube. I just don't even. Considering packing it all back up and returning to sender, but I know Jin would just send it right back and this would go on and on until one of us dies. What the hell am I supposed to do with this shit?
Going to have to do an art supply run this week, so goodbye most of my paycheck! It might be a good idea to buy larger sketchbooks than I normally use, but I have enough shit to cart around most of the time. And I kind of like having to use two pages for a picture. I don't know, extension is fun. Speaking of sketches, I've got a lot done over the past week and not one has a drop of blood on it! Progress.
For those of you that are still around, what's the worst thing you ever got in one of your care packages?