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Alrighty, first things first- I'm not one of those people who post their entire lives on the Internet.
You know, the ones who put tons of pictures of themselves and their freinds and familiy on display for anyone to see.
If they want to do that, fine, their choice. Me, I'm too paranoid. No online diary here.
I'll tell you some general stuff though. My name's Autumn (that also happens to be my favorite
season), I'm a Cancer, and I'm a student. I like mythology, astrology, history (world history, not American history-
that just bores me), art, writing, rock music, and- if you'll glance to the upper left- anime (much to the displeasure of
some certain older relatives). I've been told I have a warped personality, which I suppose is true. Anyone who's
read one of the stories I write can tell, it's quite obvious.
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Incense:
it's here, it's smelly (but in a good way), get used to it.
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What a job!
All right, seven weekends out of the year I work in an herbs,
oils and incense booth at the nearby Renaissance Festival. It's a lot of fun and I make good money being there.
There is one consequence however: it reeks. You can smell everything just walking by the booth or even further away.
And all those smells are absorbed by my hair and skin and clothes. If I leave for a little while to visit some freinds,
they can smell my presence (I'm not exaggerating, people have told me that). The smell's pretty strong and can get a
little overwhelming at times.
I've put up a link to the booth's website on my links page. There you can find a
list of merchandise (some not even stocked in our booth), prices, locations, and some other stuff. There's even an order
form you can print out, fill out, and send in-- so basically you can order stuff through the mail.
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