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Well, in my dollar store mug.

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Not Ashamed To Say It
For nearly twenty-four hours I have worn a band-aid. The reason why this might matter? There's a lavender unicorn on this band-aid. Unicorn Power is excellent.

I've started to use a real electric shaver, to trim the beard down to nothing - I mean, I can actually see my skin. My facial hair seems to grow back so fast that I can shave in the evening and have a 5 o'clock shadow before I go to bed. But with my hair the way it is, I think I might look better clean-shaven. This revelation frightens me, because I imagined myself to be an old grey beardyface for a long while.

I also found I have a scar on one of my cheeks, which I'd never really seen before due to my face continually being covered with hair. At least, I think it's a scar. Not sure how I got it. Am trying to work out what sounds like a really cool way to have gotten a scar. Maybe it's just a sleep line, though. Too lazy to examine further, y'know?

I have been offered a lovely table and chairs for $40. They look like they're worth $100. I think I might snap this up, if Jamie and Steph agree that it is a delightful table. I find I have good taste in housing, so I should be able to pick out an excellent table as well.

I really don't mean to sound so vain here, but I wonder if my personality really helps me do things I shouldn't be able to. I've had people make me pancakes for breakfast, spoiling me over their own son. I had the situation where I helped get the credit check money negated for this Seattle move. I can walk into a Best Buy or a KMart with a beeping backpack and all I have to do is tell the guard "Sorry! This'll beep on the way out too. Sorry!" and they'll just smile and nod and let me through. Almost tempts me to see what would happen if I did nab anything. I mean, they've never stopped me before and I've beeped at them!

I wonder what would have happened if I let myself grow up to fit into my surroundings more. I probably wouldn't care much for ties, I reckon. And I'd have developed an uglier, squawkier accent.

I'm dozing away now. Time to sleep.

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If I had what looked like a scar on my face I'd make up a story that had ninjas in it. Then again, every story I make up has ninjas in it.

On the personality thing... it's not vain, and milk it as much as possible. Frankly, you should be able to walk into stores with a backpack and not be cavity searched in the way out etc. I love overreacting. But yea, the sepos love brits, so take advantage of that as much as possible. You might as well, it's something you can use to your advantage. Just don't abuse it and everything is topsmax. Also, ties are far more awesome than most people realise.

I'm thinking I will say that I watched something metal explode, and I turned my face as a shard skimmed past my face. It probably is a sleep line, though.

I know that realistically, my accent lets me get away with a lot. Just today I was pretty much insulting the intelligence of someone, but with a smile on my face and a gentle tone, it sounded like I was actually helping them.

The fool!

Ties are very awesome. There's something fun about being able to add another layer of obnoxious colour to myself whenever I desire/am wearing a collared shirt.

Something metal... may I suggest a possessed suit of armour.

I love doing that. Intellegently insulting someone like that is the best way since forever. Especially if you can make a scathing departing statement and wander off, only to have them realise just how well you were taking the piss about 2 minutes later.

For added obnoxiousness, wear one with a t-shirt. Or no shirt.

You're British. Therefore you can pretty much do whatever you want and people will accept it!

What does this table and chairs look like? Do tell.

Are you working this evening? What about tomorrow night? Ashley and I are going to be moving all my stuff over to your place and we could definitely use an extra pair of hands if at all possible. Getting that futon up there is going to be an absolute nightmare.

It looks good. It's a solid light brown-coloured wooden table, four simple but comfortable chairs that match it. Looks very nice, I can see us potentially wrecking it fast with a stain, but it is a pretty set.

I'm working tonight, 3 to 9, wouldn't be back until about 10:15 given how the buses run. Tomorrow I'm not - but I'd told Steph I was going up to Seattle. Maybe she can come down to Tacoma instead and that'd be two extra sets of hands... I'll call her tonight, find out what's going on.

Do you have keys to get in the house? I won't be back until pretty late, after all.

I say go for the table! It sounds very nice and it would be good to actually have a matching set. I'll loan mine to Sandy.

I don't want to ruin your plans, so only have her come down if she's fine with the idea. I don't have keys though so I am going to need that door open, because I am going to move everything over there tomorrow night and I'm pretty stressed about it because right now I only have me and Ashley to do this, and my futon is HEAVY! Honestly, I don't know if she and I can do it alone getting it up all those stars and stuff. I was thinking about asking Michael (curse his soul) to help, because he's the only person I think of that's big enough to make a difference if no one else is around haha

It's a dinner table, though, you and Steph both have one, it seems. We do need a coffee table, a couch, a TV, and a TV stand, from my understanding, that stuff's more of a priority than a table we already have between us.

However, if Ramon doesn't pay me back, which doesn't sound likely, I guess that's the TV and the TV stand covered, eh? They had that spare TV, so it's not really like I'm taking all they have, and if he paid me back, he could have his TV back. Seems fair, right? Trouble is, that might upset Sandy, and I don't know if that's a good idea, I don't think you want a sister indirectly upset at you, do you?

I'm not keen on leaving the house door open tonight. When were you going to start moving things around? Nothing tonight, right?

eh. I'm going to call soon and ask what's going on, because I've got work to rush to. I feel like the White Rabbit.

Michael is useful as a lump, at least.

so, because I must be retarded or something, I have re-read your entry a few times since you posted it, and not until about a minute ago, did I realize that you wrote "for the last twenty-four hours" instead of "for the last twenty-four years"

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