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My Week

If you haven't noticed (and you probably haven't), I've been missing on blogger for a week. My computer had a nasty virus that took a week to fix. Over a week, a lot has happened surprisingly. I saw a man who was humped awake by a large dog. My mother wanted to go to Hot Topic, and I saw a Bauhaus shirt there which I had to purchase (more about that later). I might have a job, which is the perfect job for me (more about that if I get it). I had my first trip to Five Below, where I purchased a few things:
Awesome zombie stickers for my car! ($2)

A paisley skull lanyard ($1)

A Voodoo Friends doll. His name is "misfit." I love the nose ring and purple mohawk! ($3)
I visited an old friend of mine who I haven't seen in four years. I also saw the premier for the movie, Prometheus, last night. If you like Alien from Ridley Scott, this movie ties in. So now I have my computer back, I can keep up to date on some things. That includes blogging.

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  2. I noticed! :)

    That voodoo Friends doll is simply ADORABLE :D

    Also, a Bauhaus shit at Hot Topic??? Really??? The universe no longer makes sense D:

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    1. I was incredibly surprised to find it there. I'll do a post on that soon, because the store has gotten some nice things that I actually like. O_O I think it might be...changing.

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