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[Sep. 25th, 2011|06:00 pm] |
So I wake up at three in the afternoon, hungover as hell, covered in blood and peanut butter.
All I can surmise is that I was attempting to set a trap for a vampire with a peanut allergy. |
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[Jul. 28th, 2011|04:53 pm] |
Is there a way to stop my co-workers from gossipping about me? I don't think so, but it would be nice.
(Yes, I've debated giving them cupcakes with some sort of Ex-Lax in it. You needn't suggest that, already been thought of.) |
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[Jul. 21st, 2011|06:28 pm] |
Я̬͓͎͇̩̩̮̥̥̋ͬ,̛̭̙̜͉͉̻͎ͮ̾́ ̡̘͓͙̮̘̹ͮ̎͌̄̐̃̚̕ͅк̛̗̬̲̬͚̣̜̇ͯ̈̍͆̇̎ͮ͘ͅа̨̯̻̱̦͍̑ͮ̈͟ж̡̞͙͚̗̙̠͓̏̓̀̏е̶̶̌͆ͪ̓ͨͧ̐͢ͅт̢͔̜̣̦̫͈̐͒͆ͨͭ̏с̨̲͎͉͙́̑̀я̴̞ͯͥ̆̈́̈̂ͧ͜,̀͌͗̎̔ͤ̿̒҉̨̺̤̝ ̶̛̤̂ͧп̷̥̗͛̎̓̋̉͒р̱̳̙̪̪ͨ͑͒ͭͬ͒ͮ́͌̕о͚̱̯̘̳͉̤̄͛͝и̱͕̯̙͍̣̯̊̎ͥ̾ͤ̄͟͞з̬͙̣̠̱͎̽̓̐̈͗о͈̼̝̥̗̬̩̱̎̾̌͌̏̚͢͝ш̩̞̫̫͚̟̑̀̏ͯ̅̄͞е̷̡̜̟̮̠̫ͨ̽̽ͫ̊ͣ͑л̵̙̝ͮ̀̎̀ ̸̻̤͌̏с͔̰͖̗̅̓̾̒б̥̳̬͎̗̺̜̮ͣ̀̈̑ͪ̒͒̽о͔̘͍̬̬͕͍̍͆͒̎͟й̥̟́ͧ͟ ̟̳̜͕̤͕̲ͧ̈ͬ̈͢͞в̢̛̜͎ͬͨ̅ͥ͟ ͚̣͙̺̒̉ͪͨ̂р̎̈́͗͒́͏̥̯͖͖̖̞ͅа͆̒̏̑ͫ͏͈б̷̧̦͓ͦ͐ͯ͢о̶̲̯̮̥̲ͪ̊͋ͥ̑̆̂т̛͓̥̦̏ͯ͜е̳ͣͬͦ̇̒ͭ͝ͅ |
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[Jul. 11th, 2011|09:20 pm] |
Now what the hay just happened to my hooves?
And I ain't never seen weather bad as that before. Somethin' a might fishy's goin' on, here. |
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[Jul. 4th, 2011|07:07 pm] |
Do I really want to know where or when I ended up? Do I get to pick? That would be lovely. OI, VORTEX. PLEASE LET ME BE IN RENAISSANCE ERA ITALY, SURROUNDED BY LOVELY PEOPLE AND SANGRIA. |
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