My life is funny.
The most disturbing dream I’ve ever had occurred last night. If you’re familiar with The Shining and you’re familiar with It, imagine a developmentally disabled, insanely jealous (… Job-like?) Pennywise trapped inside an old, labyrinthine house with you, and you’ll know just how I felt. There was a regular horror-movie cast in there along with me: a pregnant woman who was incredibly protective of her fetus (died; jumped out a window), a doctor trying to treat the monster (died; Pennywise ate him), a beautiful, edgy young woman (died; probably eaten although I think her tongue and throat were paralyzed and stopped working first), and her fiancé, who was for no apparent reason one of my RP characters, Dave Micklejoen (also died; second to go, I think, and damned if I can remember how). There was also a man-made disaster in the form of two bridges collapsing upon crowds, leaving me and the rest of the humans trapped on the island the house stood on.
When I woke up, my uncle had come over to fix the sink, and I had to transition from sleepy terror into playing with my four-year-old cousin Rachel.
However, while Rachel and my uncle were over, I got a package in the mail from my girlfriend, and I still haven’t put down the snuggly little animal, Mr. :/, that she sent, I’m still drowning in the warm, fuzzy, long scarf she sent, and I’m wearing the gorgeous swirly necklace she gave me. I think I need to picspam the awesomeness - when Elijah, my computer, is out of the hospital (ie, the Apple store), I’ll definitely do that. ♥ -- oh, also, my mom has finally realized who Heathre is. After several months of my saying “So, the girl I have a crush on, Heathre…” or “So Heathre, my friend,” or even the occasional “So Heathre, my girlfriend…”, although I’ve been trying to hold off on that one until she gets the point, just so she doesn’t get overwhelmed, she finally made the actual connection. Today she turned to me and said “Who’s Heathre? Oh, that girl you have a crush on? You should send her a Christmas present, too!”
Mom then decided that I should send her sparkly lip gloss. I tried not to burst out laughing. luckilyotto? If any cosmetics show up in your birthmas package, they’re probably from my mom. XD
When I woke up, my uncle had come over to fix the sink, and I had to transition from sleepy terror into playing with my four-year-old cousin Rachel.
However, while Rachel and my uncle were over, I got a package in the mail from my girlfriend, and I still haven’t put down the snuggly little animal, Mr. :/, that she sent, I’m still drowning in the warm, fuzzy, long scarf she sent, and I’m wearing the gorgeous swirly necklace she gave me. I think I need to picspam the awesomeness - when Elijah, my computer, is out of the hospital (ie, the Apple store), I’ll definitely do that. ♥ -- oh, also, my mom has finally realized who Heathre is. After several months of my saying “So, the girl I have a crush on, Heathre…” or “So Heathre, my friend,” or even the occasional “So Heathre, my girlfriend…”, although I’ve been trying to hold off on that one until she gets the point, just so she doesn’t get overwhelmed, she finally made the actual connection. Today she turned to me and said “Who’s Heathre? Oh, that girl you have a crush on? You should send her a Christmas present, too!”
Mom then decided that I should send her sparkly lip gloss. I tried not to burst out laughing. luckilyotto? If any cosmetics show up in your birthmas package, they’re probably from my mom. XD