Yeah, it's kinda wacky. It's totally possible that this journal, or maybe even all of DiaryLand, will self-destruct if I don't whine about work a little. But it's this sort of edge-living that keeps me, well, edgy. The kids like the edgy. Yes. Yes they do.

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I had a really cool idea for a Halloween costume, but I don't think I'm going to be able to do it. I wanted to be Mr. Hat. You know, Mr. Garrison's hand puppet? I couldn't find a shirt the right shade of purple, so I dyed one. I've already got the red and white stripey hat.

But I am totally failing to find a beard. Every single store I've been in for the past month has been completely bereft of facial fur. What the hell? I was expecting that to be something I could find just about anywhere.

The only possible explanation for this bizarre lack of beards that I can come up with is that it's some sort of misguided rabid patriotism thing. "We don't want our children dressing up like those awful Ay-rabs!" (/racism.)

Maybe I'll just drape a "GOD BLESS AMERICA!!!" shirt around my chin instead. There's certainly no shortage of those.

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I've been reading the second Dragonlance trilogy, and Raistlin is really starting to piss me off. I want pick him up by his evil little neck and shake him till his teeth rattle.

He just keeps going on about how he feels trapped, that everything he does is what Fistandantilus already did. STOP DOING IT, THEN, YOU FREAK! Just don't open the portal, if it stresses you out so! Forget all about this silly becoming a god nonsense, and go off with Caramon and start a farm. You can breed rabbits.

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Wow. That probably made no sense at all to like 95% of the world. That's alright, though. Someone got it. I thought it was funny, anyway. Bwah! Breed rabbits! I kill me.

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