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My sentimental life sucks so bad. Despise that, everythings doing really well.

Merry X-mas everyone!

Yeah.... B| I know....

Today I'm going hiking (or rather drinking outdoors ) with some friends to make most of this nice weather.

I need to interview an elderly neighbour for psych, and submit a play for a festival. I am procrastinating on both counts.

I'm remembering something that scares me and haunts me....

I had a dream when I was little. It was about a doll, Annabelle, and she said she wanted to play. So, I play. Then she said she wanted to see my family. I brought then out. All of this happened on my pourch, the pourch contected to my pool in the other house.

She took out a large steak knife and stabbed and killed my entire family. She then looked at me and said, "You didn't play with me. I want you to play with me." Or something like that. She had red yarn hair and stuff. Like a regular rag doll. She was pretty large though.

She hugged me and said I have been warned....I think.

And now I just saw the same exact doll on television and her name was Annabelle and she looked exactly the same. It was on Mysteries at the Museum.

She was in a museum. And she is a doll possessed by either a demon or a little girl who died. And she may have killed a boy and she warned a nonbeliever. By choking him in his dream.


And I just got freaked the f*ck out. And I NEVER had a doll like that. EVER.

Make sure you're not being filmed on shaky cam. You could be in a horror flick.

Hehe, I'm a goofy goober, YEAH!

Any chance you saw/heard part of this show when you were little, and it filtered into your subconscious or something?

I wasn't allowed to watch anything besides kid shows when I was 5.

Eh, I'm over it. Wrote a fanfic, gonna torture Kyle in it. Its all good. XD

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That reminds me, I must post the one I wrote were Cartman is ripped to pieces.

Last night I dreamed I was on fire again and as I jumped out of bed I hit my eye with my thumb really hard. I had trouble going back to sleep because I feared the dream could come back and I would accidentally injure myself again.
On the way to work my eye started to hurt really badly. So much I considered calling in sick today. Luckily I had an extra ibuprofen on me and t really helped.

Day at work would be like any other day, except a pipe caring waste water from the pub's kitchen broke (pub is a part of the brewery) and flooded a room on the floor. And of course, the room hasn't got a drain on the floor, so we had to scoop the disgusting, greasy, smelly, disease carrying water in buckets and take it downstairs. I'm not easily disgusted, but the smell was enough to turn my stomach.
The stairs were greasy and slippery and as I was carrying a bucket full of that sh*t I was thinking to myself 'if I fall now it would be so bad' and (you guessed it) I slipped, felled and spilled it all over me. ...what a git!
Of course, I immediately washed myself and changed all my clothes. All. Including underpants. Well, technically I didn't change them, I just took them off.

That was probably the most disgusting thing that ever happened to me.

Is this an open to the public type of thing, or is it strictly quality control for the brewery? (I'm assuming the former.)


:LOL: sorry. Also, Woooooo! Freeballin'!!!

I think this week I shall finally finish recording bass. Our sound engineer had been busy, so recording took longer than I thought. Luckily, he's my first door neighbor and I'm recording in his basement.


I'm not sure exactly what happened. There was a clog in the pipe and they must have screwed something up (on a joint perhaps) while unclogging it, because pipes don't just break on their own.

No, I meant the Pub. Can people just walk in off the street, or is it for you guys to do "quality control" on the product?