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Christ

Had the weirdest fucking dream. You people better not be rubbing off on me with your weird past lives dream memories bullshit.

I finally managed to locate a singing Olaf doll for Nessie.

She keeps pushing the button.

Over.

And over.

And OVER.

Man down, man down. Send back up! I can't take it anymore!

Someone from school told me about this thing, yet all I see are talks of dreams. Boring much? I mean come on.

The name's Dawn and I'm going to be a senior at Huntington Beach High. I like to dance, so that means I'm extremely fit. Pretty flexible too and I wouldn't mind showing if asked.

Heard a little rumor that if I wanted to mingle with the locals, this was the place to be.

I'm Garrus.

I'm also bad with social networks. Don't mind the eventual awkward.

I am so very disappointed.

I asked 9 people today if they knew what Twitterpated meant and they all responded with "I don't twitter."

Where has the magic gone from this world?

[ooc: ... I think Tendo is night blogging? I'm not sure what's going on...]