His Divine Halloween.

Moral of the story: Don’t buy candy until after Halloween. It’s cheaper.

They demanded that you “had” over the candy huh? I hate when that happens.

Man, nobody even came to my door, which is kind of sad because I was entertaining fantasies of reaching into the kids’ bags and grabbing their candy like they brought me a birthday present. “HOW DID YOU KNOW?!?” ::slams door::

As I recall, I was expressly forbidden from writing entries about [HDS]

RYN: Well I was referring to mortals and not to crazy evil insect space tyrants.

How was Knoxville not already ruined for you?

I just like to open the door and tell them Santa’s not real :)).

RYN: Well now I just sleep on a pile of animal skins.

^I wish I could remember what that was in reference to. Because it’s a lie, unless you count babies as animals.

You’re getting all nicer and wiser in your old age! You probably have, like, a philosopher beard or a library now. 🙂 (Also, thank you for the advice. few days later, and she seems to be coping as well as can be expected.)

RYN: Oh believe me, I know. I still feel guilty about the jar of cookie butter I ate, so it’s definitely going to be a rare thing. Plus I’m still waiting for, like, a SWAT team to jump in through the windows, guns blazing, all “You smoked POT? Well you’re going to jail, little missy. FOREVER. Throw away the key!”

MaDBaLL is BACK!!!! Let the reign of terror begin again.

Well the site was running very slowly and kept going down. After a few outages, people were freaking out, and packing their bags for some other site called Prosebox. I downloaded my diary JIC. The Diary Master has ceased maintaining the site, but some other person seems to have taken his place. The outages were due to some hardcore maintenance being done, so the panic was for naught. Viva OD!

I miss you my old friend.