In which the narrator is a Pet Detective.

For those of you who have never seen me, I have curly hair. Usually, my bangs fall onto my forehead somewhat hapazardly, in ringlets/sausage curls/curlicues/whatever they please. Today they ganged up on me. One big sausage roll in the middle of my forehead, facing front. I combed it - they sprung back in minutes. I borrowed some hairspray - it just made them stronger.

I look like Ace Ventura.

Yup, that's me. Alrighty then.

In other news, my cylindrical bangs and I went shopping today. We purchased some maple cookies, 'Dragonfly in Amber' by Diana Gabaldon, 'Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them' by Newt Scamander, and two bigass storage bins, which were the original point of the mission.

There was some brief excitement when I spotted the Rubbermaid containers, size HUMOUNGOUS, with a sign on them that said '$2.27', but unfortunately it was not so. The sign had fallen off of the six-paxks of soup behind the containers. Alas. So I went and bought the storebrand ones for ten bucks minus 10% each.

I also had a chicken wrap for supper. YUM.

If anyone in the Greater Montreal Area fancies hunting down my friend M. and thwapping her upside the head, feel free. Just tell her it's from Em, and it's for 'siphoning away all Em's time by introducing her to Hexic, you evil, evil, person.'

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So buddy M. has been asking me what I want for my birthday.

I have no clue. Anyone who's known me long enough can attest to the fact that I never, ever, ever know what I want for my birthday. I always figure I have stuff. I don't need more stuff.

I'd ask for flowers, because I like flowers, but it feels kinda weird, and flowers aren't the sort of thing one _asks_ for. Besides, I buy myself flowers every so often. I have daffodils at the moment - cost me six dollars, of which half went to some charity or other.

There are things I want, but they aren't things I feel right asking for, because they're expensive and I know my friends don't have that much money, because they're in the same situation as I am for the most part.

I like my birthday, but I hate when people ask me what I want. Grrr.