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So today was a first. I was actually tipped in incense, of all things. There was a nice hippy-ish guy who went through the car wash, and after he paid for the cheapest wash he handed me a stick of incense, since it seemed he didn't have any actual money. It was interesting, but sweet. And it actually smelled good. ^_^

And I have the next three days off. Tomorrow I'll likely go to lunch with mom and drop off my car to be fixed, hopefully having it back by Wednesday. I might try to do something with Amarkis in that time, assuming he calls me back after I left him a message.

And the game Fatal Frame II is genuiely creepy. I actually got it last week, but it really is scary. I had trouble sleeping for a few nights and had to abduct one of the cats to keep me safe. 0-0

I've also purchased Red vs. Blue on DVD. It's absolutely hilarious, and the director's commentary just adds to it. Definately worth $20. I keep thinking of the scene where two of the guys are talking about the time they got so bored that they threw rocks through the teleporter and saw that they came out covered in black stuff and all hot. Great mental image.^_^

Cracked up by the news

I just saw a thing where the newscaster asked why the (apparent) killer of JonBenét Ramsey is "getting the VIP treatment" and... My god... being guarded *sarcastic*

So someone doesn't kill the guy on the way back, since as Oswald showed killing the guy just leaves more questions unanswered. They're trying to prevent that from happening again, they learned.

Jesus, I'm getting sick of this story again. I remember being sick of it when I was a kid and now I'm even more sick of it. What about the thousands of black children abducted who never get a word on the news about them, eh?

Excuse the lameness of this, but...

I just played Fatal Frame and don't want to test my luck, since I've been having enough trouble sleeping with that game without the image of a 6 year old with a knife (which oddly keeps making me think of Osaka, which is even scarier 0_o

Oh Jesse, where are you...

Hi. My name is Anna. I am 6 years old. My daddy killed me 1 year ago. He stabbed me with a knife 12 times. I have posessed the person typing this. If you don't tell 20 people about my story within the next 10 minutes, I will be standing in the next doorway you turn into with a knife, or I will crawl onto your bed at night with it. You will not live this one out so don't test me.

(You can ignore this, I'm just being paranoid and somewhat silly, now where is that cat...)