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Not like I want to talk about it here. In a diary. ...Still.
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Guess a few "curse days" make it impossible to say no. Whooppee. I need a paying job.
First thing's first:
Cold equals snow equals eating something hot. I borrowed a wallet and bought myself some chili. Inside the chili, I found what was not a hunk of beef, but a purple thumb. There was a finger in my chili.
It didn't taste like chicken.
[ooc: .. No, he didn't eat the finger. AND HEY!!! IF YOU WANT TO BE THE PERSON WHO'S WALLET HE STOLE, STEP RIGHT UP! :D