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I am currently in the process of raiding dafont.com for fonts. I had tons of awesome ones on my old computer, but never got around to getting them back on this one, since it completely slipped my mind to copy over my fonts folder. Besides, there are a ton of awesome new ones now :D

I have about 170 new fonts. Not including the multiple styles (some of them came with up to 9 styles). I've only gone through the first 7 categories on dafont (out of 71). Yeah, okay, so I may have a bit of a font hoarding problem, WHAT OF IT. I WILL DEFINITELY HAVE A NEED FOR ALL BAZILLION FONTS I WILL HAVE BY THE END.

That's also not counting the horror fonts I grabbed earlier for making some The Creepening posters. So glad to have my old friend 'a cold night for alligators' back even though it is the one font I NEVER USE. It's still awesome.

Anywaysss...work yesterday was very 6 n 9. No really, that's the best way I can describe it. Every few minutes there was a new horrible, perplexing surprise! They wanted me to wash the bathroom walls?!** I just went into 'BLEACH FUCKING EVERYTHING' mode.

And then today dad wanted me to clean the upstairs bathroom. I found a cleaner with bleach in it. Well...it's clean now...I've probably killed a good quarter of my brain cells.



**P.S. WHAT GROWN PERSON SMEARS BOOGERS ON THE WALL. ESPECIALLY IN A BATHROOM THAT IS NOT THEIR OWN.

I'm getting my haircut today! Same reference photo as last time, although if the hairstylist freaks out and gets all excited like last time I may have to find a new one, because...wtf. Also, "what happened to make you want this haircut?!!" is the weirdest question I have ever been asked. What kind of answer was she expecting? Did she think it was a post-breakup haircut, or did she expect something more like I kissed a girl and I liked it~

Also, I had two weird conversations about my lactose intolerance last weekend. On Saturday my aunt asked me why I was drinking soy milk (note that she was rather drunk) and I explained that I was lactose intolerant. Mom monopolized the conversation as always and went off on a tangent about how I would never drink milk or eat eggs as a child, and my aunt (WHO IS A TRAINED NURSE, mind you) came away from the conversation with the understanding that lactose intolerance also means you can't eat poultry products.

Then on Sunday my coworker, who I dislike and who thinks we are best friends because I am polite to her, asked me to try her improvised strawberry milkshake. I said it wouldn't be a good idea due to my lactose intolerance. After she drank her own, she informed the trainee we were working with that she's "lactose intolerant...not like Corinne's, but drinking creamy things makes me cough after." I didn't have the heart to tell her an intolerance is not the same as an allergy, and that it's normal for the body to produce a lot of mucus after a person consumes dairy.

I also rearranged my bookshelf in my room the other day. I just thought you all might appreciate the fact that it has a paranormal reference section. Also a mythological/religious reference section (which includes one huge book on the mythological history of Wales and Ireland...which I have filled with colorful reference tabs and notes).

ETA: Haircut was a super success! Partly I think because she read me as male :P she did a double-take when she read my name and I walked up, lol. I should probably just start giving my middle name (Lee) or Domino since they just use your name to call you up and not for payment or anything, but my mom pays for my haircuts and I've only just got her to stop coming up to the hairdresser during the haircuts to try and explain away why I am getting a guy's cut...