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Someone's been stealing my chocolate. Someone has been going into my desk at work and stealing my chocolate. My hidden chocolate.

This is a bad thing.

This is a criminal thing.

Rar.

I got a haircut yesterday. A lot of hair got cut off. Usually my hair has been long. Long enough to braid. Recently (past year) I've been having it shorter than that. But down to the top of my shoulders. Now it curls up around my ears. I don't think she listened to me when I said I wanted my hair to touch the top of my shoulders. My neck feels naked and exposed. It's very odd. My mom says that my hair is now "bouncy". Brushing it was odd this morning, I kept on hitting my neck, my strokes were too long.

I shall have to see about getting a picture of it.

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So, I got back from my writer's group.

I gave my criticisms. Other people gave their criticisms.

It sort of rolled off of her.

Apparently she was writing a Paradigm Shift story. That is a story where your expectations are turned on their head at the last bit. IE. You have a serial killer who you think is male turn out to be female.

This, I guess, was her formula.

I dunno.

It seemed rather shaky to me.

Everything else she said was an easy fix.

The tunnels underneath are apparently catacombs. Why are there catacombs underneath the city I don't know?

Apparently Kent is perfectly capable to get a pig by himself from a slaughterhouse at three in the morning. By stealing cars and other things.

Some of the stuff she said it couldn't be fixed because it had to be like that.

*sighs*