The Deerwood Horror
It's almost five in the AM and I can't sleep because of those freaking red eyes staring in the window of the house from The Amityville Horror. If only they could've been a figment of Margot Kidder's imagination.
Seriously, though. What a fucked up movie. I'm glad that when all was said and done, James Brolin gave a big "Fuck you!" to that damn devil house and saved their dog.
Been a while since I've had trouble sleeping, but my mind keeps going back to those eyes.
Emoticons aren't my thing but...
:(
I could really use a Ghostbuster about now. Not that there's something strange in my neighborhood, there's just the chance that there is and I'd rather be safe than sorry. Also, if the lighting's right, piles of my clothes can look like the embodiment of all my fears. There's something weird in this apartment. And it don't look good. Unless you're talking about me. As in, I'm something weird that looks good, but even that's debatable when I don't get enough sleep.
Hopefully, I'm not going crazy!
:D
Fuck you, red eyes.
Seriously, though. What a fucked up movie. I'm glad that when all was said and done, James Brolin gave a big "Fuck you!" to that damn devil house and saved their dog.
Been a while since I've had trouble sleeping, but my mind keeps going back to those eyes.
Emoticons aren't my thing but...
:(
I could really use a Ghostbuster about now. Not that there's something strange in my neighborhood, there's just the chance that there is and I'd rather be safe than sorry. Also, if the lighting's right, piles of my clothes can look like the embodiment of all my fears. There's something weird in this apartment. And it don't look good. Unless you're talking about me. As in, I'm something weird that looks good, but even that's debatable when I don't get enough sleep.
Hopefully, I'm not going crazy!
:D
Fuck you, red eyes.