How I met your Mother:

PSA

Hey Journal, my Yahoo mail account got hacked so if you get a message from my secret identity with the title - 'Hi' - just delete it and send a quick prayer to the Goddess of Internet Vengeance to smite swiftly these fools running amok with my old password. Jeez, you go to one Bulgarian website of cosplaying transsexuals eating waffles and all hell breaks loose the next morning. *tch*

Dream Journal

In other news I slept obscenely long, from something like 3am til 11am, woke up for a few minutes and passed back out until 3pm. I can't remember the last time I got that much rest. Anyway during my bonus round of serotonin bliss I was traveling around the city playing this scavenger hunt with my Internet crush. In all these odd parts of Terminus (an abandoned warehouse, a park off Euclid, a tattoo studio, a MARTA station, the roof of a shopping complex) she would leave behind one article of clothing with a little note giving me a clue to where to find the next item. After being chased by security guards, dogs, vicious thugs and the law, I finally ended up in what I assume was her room where she waited for me with open arms and lips