stupid stupid stupid
So tonight, I was in my living room minding my own business, and someone knocks on my back door. Yes, it was dark and I was home alone, freaky. My first thought was what did gizmo knock over now, until I looked at her and she was sitting in the chair not moveing. It was not just a knock, it was like a real knock on a door,four or five hits. Scared the shit out of me. I looked out the back door and did not see anything. So I called my roommate so I had someone on the phone with me while I got my shit and left. I went up to my cousins work until he got off and came home. He checked everything out and there was nothing, so now here I am, home alone again, but this time I have my cousins gun by my bed. He left it with me to make me feel better. We will see if it works.
Enough stress for one night.
Enough stress for one night.