Happy All Souls' Day!
I know, I know, what the hell was I thinking for not updating
yesterday? I'll tell you what the hell I was thinking! I was thinking:
WHATTHEFIGGITYFUCK?!?!?!?!? Because of a test I had and the lack of
sleep I had and the cat-vomit taste in the back of my throat I had.
However, nothing, I REPEAT, NOTHING was as bad as the brief but
powerful conversation I had with Sharon as I was heading out the door:
S: So, what time are you supposed to be back?
Me: Around three, three-thirty.
S: Oh good, we have to go to the store because I started my period and I'm outta pads.
Me: okay.
I proceeded to get into my car to head towards WSUV. However, I managed to make my commute so much more entertaining by screaming GODDAMN BLOODY MURDER!
Seriously, I have no problem with the monthly biological process that all women go through. It's a fact of life, and, well, it happens. However, what about myself seems to scream:
I WANT TO KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON IN THE GARBAGE DUMP THAT IS SHARON'S COOTER!
ugh. I still haven't gotten over that shit. What's worse is that I come home and she's bitching about it again. "Oh, I hurt," and "Oh, I just can't stop eating," and to top it all off: "You're lucky (directed to Storm, the female Dacshund of the house), you get to have your parts taken out." I respond, from my somewhat comfortable shelter of the office: "You know, you can!"
S: "No you can't! It's really rare!"
Me: "If you want to talk about rare, talk to my mom."
S: "But she had something wrong with her!"
Me: "No, actually [you fucking retard with shit for memory], she didn't have anything wrong with her."
Sometimes I wish that woman would just go away. I understand why Amanda doesn't like her more and more each day.
other than that, had a pretty decent Halloween.On Sunday, had fun at the Newlyweds' soiree, damn near lost all brain function due to Amanda's costume (holy shit, she was FAWKING HAWT!), and thus fell asleep easily once we got home. Last night, faith was restored in the holiday because we had some trick-or-treaters (some of the cutest kids I've seen... as for trashy parents, that's a different story), and I got some much-deserved rest.
So, for the past few days, I've been entertaining myself with some ghost stories that are posted on fark.com
this happens to be a picture from one of the better-known stories that is mentioned... quite creepy, considering it's a three-foot-tall doll.
Here's some linkage, so enjoy!
Fark Spooky Stories 2005
and
Fark Spooky Stories 2004
S: So, what time are you supposed to be back?
Me: Around three, three-thirty.
S: Oh good, we have to go to the store because I started my period and I'm outta pads.
Me: okay.
I proceeded to get into my car to head towards WSUV. However, I managed to make my commute so much more entertaining by screaming GODDAMN BLOODY MURDER!
Seriously, I have no problem with the monthly biological process that all women go through. It's a fact of life, and, well, it happens. However, what about myself seems to scream:
I WANT TO KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON IN THE GARBAGE DUMP THAT IS SHARON'S COOTER!
ugh. I still haven't gotten over that shit. What's worse is that I come home and she's bitching about it again. "Oh, I hurt," and "Oh, I just can't stop eating," and to top it all off: "You're lucky (directed to Storm, the female Dacshund of the house), you get to have your parts taken out." I respond, from my somewhat comfortable shelter of the office: "You know, you can!"
S: "No you can't! It's really rare!"
Me: "If you want to talk about rare, talk to my mom."
S: "But she had something wrong with her!"
Me: "No, actually [you fucking retard with shit for memory], she didn't have anything wrong with her."
Sometimes I wish that woman would just go away. I understand why Amanda doesn't like her more and more each day.
other than that, had a pretty decent Halloween.On Sunday, had fun at the Newlyweds' soiree, damn near lost all brain function due to Amanda's costume (holy shit, she was FAWKING HAWT!), and thus fell asleep easily once we got home. Last night, faith was restored in the holiday because we had some trick-or-treaters (some of the cutest kids I've seen... as for trashy parents, that's a different story), and I got some much-deserved rest.
So, for the past few days, I've been entertaining myself with some ghost stories that are posted on fark.com
this happens to be a picture from one of the better-known stories that is mentioned... quite creepy, considering it's a three-foot-tall doll.
Here's some linkage, so enjoy!
Fark Spooky Stories 2005
and
Fark Spooky Stories 2004