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I passed out candy from my front yard rave and stole half the Starburst for midnight snacks, and I regret nothing.

Making a homegrown pixie, and crying over bagpipes.

Originally posted on a dead blog on October 30, 2008 Today started off well enough. I get in, everything’s flowing nicely, there’s hardly anything needing to be filled, nothing interesting going on. I get pulled away from the counter to pack up $25,000 worth of narcotics and fun stuff that requires a lot of paperwork…