Somethings you can't explain.
My neighbors are outside, blasting opera music from a Mini-van, which, by the way, is parked in the middle of the yard. Not only this, but there's about 10 people out there, all dressed in white, just wondering about. They disappeared, and now I'm just hearing infantile screams of "MOM! MOM!" every once in awhile.
I have no clue how to tackle this one.
Maybe I should call Occult Abuse Hotline.
Anna's out of town for a week and a half. I'm all alone. And really, really bored.
So this weird thing happened. Anna was sick with the flu a few days ago, and I thought to myself "Ha! My immunity is a pro-wrestler! I shan't get sick."
But then I started to get really, really sick last night. I called my boss and said I probably wouldn't be able to work today. I went to bed with a fever, the shakes, and all kinds of maladies. I woke up today feeling pretty much fine. So either, I do have the immunity of a pro-wrestler, or else, I'm going to start puking later, since apparently this illness is a stealthy fox. We'll find out I suppose.
More of my neighbors friends have arrived. They parked right outside my house, and I thought they were coming to visit me for a second. Geez, I hope not. The last thing I want is members of the Operatic Occult to come visit me, trying to get me to don white and convert.
In conclusion, it's been a very mysterious morning. That is all. Oh, yeah, and visitors will be nice over the next week and a half. I am so alone.
I have no clue how to tackle this one.
Maybe I should call Occult Abuse Hotline.
Anna's out of town for a week and a half. I'm all alone. And really, really bored.
So this weird thing happened. Anna was sick with the flu a few days ago, and I thought to myself "Ha! My immunity is a pro-wrestler! I shan't get sick."
But then I started to get really, really sick last night. I called my boss and said I probably wouldn't be able to work today. I went to bed with a fever, the shakes, and all kinds of maladies. I woke up today feeling pretty much fine. So either, I do have the immunity of a pro-wrestler, or else, I'm going to start puking later, since apparently this illness is a stealthy fox. We'll find out I suppose.
More of my neighbors friends have arrived. They parked right outside my house, and I thought they were coming to visit me for a second. Geez, I hope not. The last thing I want is members of the Operatic Occult to come visit me, trying to get me to don white and convert.
In conclusion, it's been a very mysterious morning. That is all. Oh, yeah, and visitors will be nice over the next week and a half. I am so alone.