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Photobucket I'm friends only now, for multiple reasons, mostly because I do have some inflammatory stuff in here. Just comment to this entry if you want to read my fics*/personal rantings/whathaveyou or see my icons**/macros/Red Wings picspam/whatever.

I don't bite, honest not unless it's a full moon anyway ;) and if you could, let me know how you found me, so's I know you're not a stalker even though I'm probably too boring for one of those. There's an incredibly good chance I'll add you back. By incredibly, I mean I will unless you're like an Avs fan (kidding), or an obvious troll, or I see something on your profile that I really disagree with (like you're a complete homophobe, for example).

Comments are screened. Please do not add me without commenting, because I won't add you back.

*My writing is now archived over at [livejournal.com profile] keeper_of_tales.

**My icons are archived at [livejournal.com profile] hockeytownicons

My Friends Only banner was made by me.
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I love myself.

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And the Red Wings won! AND THE STARS DID TOO! I totally jaw-dropped when they sent Bertuzzi out, but holy CRAP, he actually managed to come up with a goal. I think my reaction was along the lines of "HOLY SHIT I THINK THE POLARITY OF THE UNIVERSE JUST REVERSED!

Still not a good night though :( Giant screaming match earlier. This does, however, snap me out of my funk a little.
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And also, should be asleep. However.

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Made by [livejournal.com profile] he_is_dead_jim

It is also my 500th LJ post, yay!

So let's have 'em. Your macros, your GIFs, your story-threads, your hockey player picspams, bring them here and we shall see how long we can keep this thing going. (I will be going to bed after the game, but I'm working tonight, so let's go :D)

Here, have [livejournal.com profile] he_is_dead_jim's Swede Mon

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And his Swede Von (I did this one lol):

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Swede Mon, driving in a Swede von
Drivin like a mad mon
It's the motherfuckin Swede Mon!


LET'S GO :D!

Remember, the post is public, so bring friends. Don't let me down, O my F-list.
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"Last updated 5 days ago." WTF SERIOUSLY? O.O I don't think I've gone that long without posting since I got my LJ. Weird. I have been distracted with in-browser flash games, but still.

You guys, I have a notebook. It is filled with random notes about my dream house. Most of the stuff is completely foolish and ridiculous, like trap-doors and 18-foot trenches filled with canned peaches, but some of it is feasible.

Like a secret lab.

Hey, I used to think my mom had one. I was convinced of it, in fact. I was dead-sure that it was behind the storage room in our basement, but I could never, ever sort out how the hell to get in there.

Why yes, I was a strange and imaginative child.

Speaking of my mom, she's going down east for a week, because her cousin's getting married. I mentioned this, because she was looking for a dress, and I found one for her. You know what she said to me as we were ringing out?

"I'm so glad one of my kids is gay. Fashion sense, you know."

I was greatly amused and yes, she was teasing :P

This was also the same shopping excursion in which my younger brother and I spent an hour in the parking lot of Costco, bowling Gobstoppers candy at seagulls. It was hysterical, since we had to kind of sneak up on them to bowl the candies close enough for them to see them.

And then they couldn't figure out if they wanted to eat them or not, they kept picking them up and dropping them, then chasing them to pick them up again. Lulz were had.

We're so lame XD

Note: Planning trip to Calgary in August with Tia and above-mentioned brother. This trip? Solely to go to IKEA. Yes, that is the only reason we're making the two hour long drive. IKEA. Chad has never been.

Also, booking October 31 and March 15 off work. Red Wings vs Flames, I cannot miss them. Miiiiiight just book October 9 and February 11 off too. Depends on if I buy a Turco jersey or not >.> *taps fingers* If I wear my Holmstrom jersey and try to get Marty's autograph, do you think he'll get mad at me? XD Or will it just blow his mind? I want to try it and see! :D

And I admit to being incredibly confused at the thought of telling Native people to "go home".

Does. Not. Compute.
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I am currently sitting in front of my computer, scared witless. Any moment now I am going to be killed.

Today a friend of mine told me a story.

His aunt had taken care of him since he was a small boy, and she told him last night about how his parents died. He did a very fair imitation of her (I knew them both pretty well):

“They were doing mission work in some nasty little south american country when a man burst into the mission hospital one night, terrified out of his mind. He told them that his sister had been killed by a Muerto blanco, and that he was certain that it was coming for him next. What is a Muerto blanco? Apparently it was some sort of bogey-man, something like that dumb chupacabra or whatever. They called it the White Death or the White Girl, because it was the soul of someone who hated life so much that they came back in their shrouds to kill those who told of them.

The man had been told about the vengeful spirit by his sister hours before her death. It was a girl with dead, black eyes that wept bile. The thing moved without ever actually moving its legs, and it stalked its victims back to their homes. Now, if you weren’t already aware that this thing was following you, once it got back to your house, it would start knocking on your door…

* Once for you skin, which she’ll use to patch her own decaying flesh.
* Twice for your muscle, which she’ll gnash her teeth on between victims.
* Thrice for your bones, which she’ll make knives to pick her teeth and kill her victims.
* Four times for your heart, which she’ll wear around her neck.
* Five times for your teeth, which she’ll polish and keep in a box.
* Six times for your eyes, which she’ll see the faces of your loved ones through.
* Seven times for your soul, which she’ll eat whole - you can never pass while you’re in her stomach.

She has to repeat this on any mirror or door between you and her.

You can try to outrun her, but she’s faster than the fastest man. And if you leave your home while she’s knocking on your door, she won’t be so courteous when she catches up to you.

Now the man was certain that this thing had killed his sister, that he had tried to tell the police, but they would not listen. Next he had tried to tell his priest, but the priest turned him away when he saw that the thing was following him now - oh, that’s right, I forgot about that - it can only get you if you tell someone else about it, or you saw it kill someone else. The man, after finishing his tale, stole a car from the mission, and was never seen again.

Apparently his mother and father had immediately called his aunt about this when it happened. They were found in the morning, skinned and dismembered. Their bodies were covered in tiny, child-like handprints.

His aunt was really drunk the night before, and had told him about that. He told me this story early in the morning today at school, before the cops arrived. His aunt had been murdered that night. I called him later that night, and he told me that he was being chased by someone, and now they were knocking on his door. I told him to stop shitting me.

He held the phone away from his face for a minute, and I could hear slow, deliberate knocking. A moment later, I heard the door rip from its hinges and the dying screams of my friend.

Then a little girl’s voice spoke over the line: “WITNESS.” I hung up.

Three minutes ago someone started knocking on my door. She has to knock 28 times on my front door, 28 times on the mirror in the hall, and another 28 times on the door to my bedroom. She’s doing it slowly… I think she wants to scare me some more, let me know that my death is just moments away. I will not run - I couldn’t get to my car in time anyway. She started knocking on my bedroom door a minute ago, she should be done any moment.

Nice knowing you guys, it’s been funjklkn;ajobvha'onb'bfbmnnnnqenooooo.....................






GIVE ME YOUR CREEPY STORIES PLEASE! Urban legends, scary stories, personal freakouts, creepypasta, anything! *gets down and begs* I'm making this post public, so yeah, you should send people over, for sure! SCARE ME :D

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