-there, that little red booklet-
...Heh heh! Aww, man, you didn't get a chance to see my Halloween costume, didja? I was, like — okay, so I was like one of those bedsheet ghosts, but it was a red sheet, and I had a hammer and sickle painted on. 'Cause — 'cause I was going as the specter of communism, y'know. -beaming-
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI...Oh my gawd, Steph, nyeheheheheh! That's—that's just like you, ya dingus...
(Happy snickering.)
...I was just a witch... But—but it was a really cool costume, good quality... I almost wanna dig it back out again so you can see...
I must go...!
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019... I was home... then- I was... in a cave... and- this guy told me that this other guy that was unconscious- stabbed me.
... Though I think he said that's all taken care of... there was a bonfire near me. I think the guy that stabbed me was gonna cremate me...
-shudders a little-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

...Yeah... I'll, like— keep my eyes peeled for the guy...
...Maybe I should try to find Mein Kampf or some crap and dual wield...
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019