allright normally i just ignore it but this time it actually scared me.
i was laying in bed, staring angrily at the wall where the door is. you can see the light in the hall through the big keyhole and around the edges of the door, but its otherwise pitch black in there.
along comes the ghost. tallest i've seen it. right in front of the door, back and forth, then it actually ORBED up which i haven't personally seen happen, and as it came toward me, i couldn't see it anymore.
because it was ON me. cold as snow.
i covered myself and asked it to go away so i could get dressed. please. apologized if that sounded rude, but really, who's being rude here? and how many times does this thing rub up against us when we're sleeping?
if i'm just hanging out, fine, come at me with the ice-attack wind gusts and spooky mists. no big deal. just not in the bedroom. seriously.
i had been considering finally trying to get some physical evidence/documented contact with the thing maybe the day before we move out or something, but i just don't know. some ghosts have a tendency to follow people around.
and i'm convinced that ours is the old man that lived here last whose temporary grave marker was and probably is still in the garage. apparently he's a pervert and i just don't know if i want to risk taking him with me to norman just because i showed too much interest.
so, i see that sarah palin is an idiot. i'm insulted that mccain and the goons figure that people who are huffy about hillary losing will vote republican about it. (or throw their votes away in confusion?)
nobody's THAT desperately, superficially "feminist".. are they? "any woman will do!" who do they think we are?
i'm sick of republicans whining about how democrats = more government.
that woman wants the government in her bizzzz-nassss.
hooray! they put it on their myspace page's fan art section!!
its weird that you guys notified me of this today, because i had a dream about them this morning. influenced by palahniuk's newest book, snuff, which i was reading when i fell asleep.
i splashed wood stain into my eye a few hours ago and i washed it out with the kitchen watergun. but it still feels sort of wonked. i'm paranoid that its slowly crusting my eyeball over into a nice oak finish.
but i don't know. chickasha water dries your skin out so badly, i assume it dries eyes out just as much. i hope that's what i'm feeling.
these things are all over my house. i finally identified them, i think, as "bold jumping spiders."
they’re the COOLEST. smart, friendly, and cooperative. and fuzzy. and such a sense of humor. they’re the kind that webbed my mailbox shut from the inside.
the best part about them is that they’ve always got happy faces on their asses.
the ones in my house are cuter than these, with even happier asses, but i can’t seem to get a good picture of my own.
i don’t think i’d ever seen these before maybe a year ago. i’ve seen other jumping spiders, but these are supreme. I held Pigeon up to the ceiling to try to get one down, since i’m so short, but she was afraid of it. Really should have named her Chicken.
weird that i just painted that tooth painting, because not even two days later, i wake up and two of my molars feel cavitified. Cav-it-eyed, i mean. top and bottom.
god damn orange juice! what have i done! no insurance.
