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Someone needs to tell me to stop watching Forensic Files; especially since I'm home alone. Considering I have dreams about basically having a crazy stalker, I shouldn't be watching something like this. I just make myself paranoid, but there's something slightly fascinating about it. Why do I do this to myself?

https://www.facebook.com/uniladmag/videos/2690952524261123/

It's so accurate - I feel for this guy. Because he is not the only one who thought about dunking their kid in potpourri after a diaper nuke. What you see after the baby starts eating solid foods is downright terrifying.

They also outgrow clothes so quickly. We're thinking of donating his old clothes but if anyone here wants a range of baby clothes, it's all yours. They're a variety of sizes because he's always been able to fit into whatever the whatever month range up is. I still don't understand how the sizing works but he's also cutely chunky so there's that.

Hey there, folks. The name's Gourry Gabriev. I was pointed to this net from my new employer Garret Hawke. I'm now gonna be working at The Hanged Man! Hope to see you all there.

Speaking of where I'm working, I'm gonna suggest a few other places where I can be found!

Medieval Times where you can cheer me, the Blue Knight on! It can be a family affair or even just for a business outing.

The Ren Faire! Come see me doing a bunch of things and enjoy what we have to offer! If you tell me you know me from here, I'll even make you a personalized bracelet. I'm a damn good blacksmith if I do say so myself. This weekend, be there and I'll hang out with you.

Now that I'm done shamelessly plugging my works... how's it going? I live in Buena Park to stay close to my main work, and I own two dogs and a cat. Miss Ell, the cat, is pretty much a queen in regards how she's gotta be treated. Butter and Toast are my labs, only a year old each. So I love animals. Uh..I'm pretty nice, I think, and I have a good head on my shoulders. Let's chat it up.

I think I made this too date like...

More strange Dreams last night, made me exhausted all day at work today. And now I can't seem to fall asleep. Just my luck, right?

Any tips on turning off the brain so one can get some Z's?

My Dad's as much of a dick in my Dreams as he is in this life. Ugh. I'm so stereotypical with my Daddy Issues. Drives me nuts.

And the cold's still lingering. I need more soup. Doc gave me an inhaler to try and help me breathe and not cough. It's not really helping. But it looks cool.

Inhalers are the new sexy.

I've decided to hire a personal assistant. Any interested parties can forward their resumes and cover letters.