I really should have thought to weigh myself or, like, take arse measurements or something. Just to see if all those half-hours got me anything more than a wall full of stickers.
(This should post right about the time I'm getting on a plane. (Fuck!) (Yay!) Okay, it's all good. See you in San Francisco bitches!)
I thought full sticker charts meant you got to pick something cheep and plastic out of a "treasure chest" or some such shit. Congratulations on a WAY better prize... have a blast, wish I could go!
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