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ay, seems karma does works for the good of people.... through lawsuits...

hmmm, seems like a commissioner person who's been scamming people has been finally caught out. there been way too many horror stories i just realised i've missed. there have been way too many lies, many friendships broken and destroyed beyond repair, extreme bitterness and hatred, and so many doll heads stolen.

god, it's stories like this that made me really scared to do commissions. what if stuff i send back to people get horribly lost or damaged and then i get marked like a scam artist, or i take too long or i destroy potenial friendships or argh! i feel like griffin...

it really saddens me that people like this actually do exist. it's beyond betrayal of trust. because people do trust you to do a good job and if you just screw around or just keep the head and take the money, you have broken their trust. trust that you'll do the job and send back the head.

gah, sorry. i'm just so saddened by all this crap this person did to so many nice, wonderful, honest, hardworking people. how they just lied, stole, terrorised, flamed and stuff. i do hope those people get justice....

-john

oh no! christmas is nearly here!

SOMEONE FETCH ME MY SEDATIVES!

bleh~! two days until this horrendous holiday is finally over and done with. i hate how gooey and disgusting people get around here. it's just a damn holiday. gah, togetherness and junk have been totally forgotten and stuff. maybe i'll just stay locked in my room and hate the world. yeah, that's a pretty good plan.

*sigh* where the hell is my fucking dad? i know he is in the country because my mum's friends have seen him and talked to him. would it be too hard for him to talk to his two oldest for five fucking minutes? maybe it's cause he's with his cheap five dollar ho that doesn't like us. maybe it's cause he loves his new family more. whatever, fuck him. he doesn't love me, he sees me more of a damn burden to throw money at. god, with his fancy car and phones and fucking shit, he doesn't even make some time to spend with us. he used to spend time taking us out and stuff. he used to actually care what we were up to. he actually knew how old we were. but nooooo, it go too hard. he stopped taking us out about three years. he just throwing money at us, thining that was all he needed to do to keep us loving him. well, whatever. i can survive without him.

anyways, I LOVE THE MOVIE THE GRINCH! that guy knows his stuff. but it kinda got ruined at the end when he started feeling toasty inside and kissed his dog.

anyways, screw christmas...

-john

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You Are 5% Redneck

I'll slap you so hard, your clothes will be outta style. You ain't no redneck - you're all Yankee!

How Redneck Are You?