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silverthunder) wrote2002-12-16 10:42 am
silverthunder) wrote2002-12-16 10:42 am
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Okay, it was a really good thing I had the afternoon shift for work, because I went there and Tanya told me that someone had broken in during the night.
Somebody broke into McCleaner's.
And that's not the best of it. Whoever the person was, they broke our door, getting glass everywhere, and had the police there and everything. And all they stole was the candy machine.
Seriously, they'll be lucky if they got five bucks!
I just can't get over the fact that someone broke into the laundromat to steal the candy machine. I know, it was probably because they couldn't find where we kept our cash, but seriously. The candy machine? Did they just *really* want candy, or what? And I can just imagine how inconspicuous they'd manage to be, running down the street with a candy machine. Oh, no one would notice them at all.
Crazy.
Anyway, so far I have watched eight episodes of Hack//Sign. It's downloading really fast, which is cool. I really like the anime. But more its concept than the characters. It's got a great setting for a fanfic. Hehe.
As if I don't already have enough ideas bothering me...
Ah well, the more the better, I guess. I can save some up for later.
I had another dream with the Weiss boys. All I remember is that it had something to do with a letter, and Omi couldn't go to school. At least it wasn't as surreal as the flea market one. That one was weird, and I remember it too well. The flea market was on the side of the highway in the middle of a barren sort of area. Youji bought a new pair of sunglasses that looked just like his old ones. And Aya was, for whatever reason, investing in a birdcage. No one seemed to find this unusual. Omi and Ken were around somewhere, and there was that generic wisened old man with the long white beard running the place.
I have odd dreams.
Heh, at least I'm in good company. It's the Weiss guys... even if they are doing weird stuff that can't be explained. I think the purpose of my dreams may be to keep me amused. Unless my subconcious is mad at me. Then I get freaky dreams about Death stalking me in the form of a guy named Fred.
I'm going to shut up now before someone has me committed.
Somebody broke into McCleaner's.
And that's not the best of it. Whoever the person was, they broke our door, getting glass everywhere, and had the police there and everything. And all they stole was the candy machine.
Seriously, they'll be lucky if they got five bucks!
I just can't get over the fact that someone broke into the laundromat to steal the candy machine. I know, it was probably because they couldn't find where we kept our cash, but seriously. The candy machine? Did they just *really* want candy, or what? And I can just imagine how inconspicuous they'd manage to be, running down the street with a candy machine. Oh, no one would notice them at all.
Crazy.
Anyway, so far I have watched eight episodes of Hack//Sign. It's downloading really fast, which is cool. I really like the anime. But more its concept than the characters. It's got a great setting for a fanfic. Hehe.
As if I don't already have enough ideas bothering me...
Ah well, the more the better, I guess. I can save some up for later.
I had another dream with the Weiss boys. All I remember is that it had something to do with a letter, and Omi couldn't go to school. At least it wasn't as surreal as the flea market one. That one was weird, and I remember it too well. The flea market was on the side of the highway in the middle of a barren sort of area. Youji bought a new pair of sunglasses that looked just like his old ones. And Aya was, for whatever reason, investing in a birdcage. No one seemed to find this unusual. Omi and Ken were around somewhere, and there was that generic wisened old man with the long white beard running the place.
I have odd dreams.
Heh, at least I'm in good company. It's the Weiss guys... even if they are doing weird stuff that can't be explained. I think the purpose of my dreams may be to keep me amused. Unless my subconcious is mad at me. Then I get freaky dreams about Death stalking me in the form of a guy named Fred.
I'm going to shut up now before someone has me committed.