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*facepalm*

Proof that I need to take. A fucking. Chill. Pill.

I am typing at the computer, when I start to hear Edward. Seriously. Hear him. Me, what do I do? FREAK THE FUCK OUT AND FLAIL FOR A SECOND. I make it out to the living room, where my brother is watching FMA. He watches me spazz for a second, eyebrow raised. I go dead quiet when I see that it's on the TV, and then I said "Oh, thank God. I thought he had finally manifested." and went back to my computer.

...

I need a vacation. And a crowbar to pry Edward out of the pilot's seat.

[Edit]: Wait, what the fuck was my brother doing watching FMA? Oh, this does not bode well for me, no it does not...

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Duuuuude. The original Kolchak: The Night Stalker comes out on DVD October 4th! *does a little dance* w00t. The new show premieres tonight, but I work. ;_; Either my brother will remember to tape it or he won't, regardless I can probably download it.

New Night Stalker! Should be interesting.

Also, as if I didn't know that my dad was an infernal geek ... he called from Flordia yesterday to gloat over a Halloween mask he got at Goodwill. He got a Sean Connery Halloween mask... or more appropriately, a Prof. Henry Jones Halloween mask.

...

Yeah, okay. >.> The remarkable thing is, this doesn't really phase me any more. (Though I'm sure I'm gonna get raised eyebrows, as my costume does look like it came out of an Indiana Jones movie AND THAT REMINDS ME. Note to self: find fedora.)

Also, I rule. *helped little brother get his car started*

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Frustration:

is finally having enough of the first type of material, but then running out of the second.

I think the lady in Hancock's knows my name, now...

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I am being triumphant and victorious. Fuck, why do I have to go to work now? Stupid work. Ah well. Triumphant and victorious! I will defeatcomplete the stupid coat!

I will have a browncoat for Serenity if it fuckin' KILLS ME!