Me too. More people should write stories based on Indonesian folk tales :(. I wrote a story when I was younger about gods/spirits/creatures vacationing in Bali and then these two local gods would complain about the tourist gods. One god was the god of the kiddie pool at a Legian beach resort and the other was the god of the tourist shop in the lobby ('cos seriously, gods were EVERYWHERE, everything had a spirit, every tree, every fountain, and I kept on accidentally stepping on the offerings). I wish I still had it, but I fear it is lost forever.

HAHAHA YOU ARE PSYCHIC. This is the most recent addition I've made to it:

To: l.dulac@albion.edu
From: a.pendragon@albion.edu
Subject: fuck this shit

can you die of being sick of someone’s shit? he may not eat my food (you still owe me spinach dip and at least two bags of bagel chips, hobo), but he loves to bogart the television and he has terrible taste in tv.