who am i, even? i'm crazy and ridiculous. posting my butt on The Internet. doesn't even look like me. WHOAMI? last night i ate cheese whiz in cheese its. yum. then i thought i was gon puke. didn't. i feel barfy in the morning times and at night now. LIKE ALL THE TIME. it sucks and maybe i'm dying. also, New House is haunted. well "haunted" i'm friggin' haunted. this place has nothing to do with it. believe me? i don't care.. wish it wasn't true. i'm spooky like fox mulder. a woman's voice told me to kill her last weekend. there are also lots of swirls in my house. you can see them, smoke sometimes too. i'm not the only one. alex's seen them. me too. a lot. when luisa was doing my hair on tuesday night she heard The Sounds. i did too. she was blow drying my hair and asked me if that was the music.. i lied and said yes. i didn't want to scare her. last night dan got swooshed. some air swooshed him strangely.. yeah yeah. it was spooky. he was terrified, the poor dear. the more and more these kinds of things go on the less frightened i am. i would just like for whatever it is to get whatever it has off it's chest so i can rest easy... and so my house guests can rest easy as well. this is not at all where i thought this little post was going. so it goes.... hey! tell that to the birds, right?
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this is a vast and vacant hole of vanity. so, fuck it. you fukers. stick your dick in Oh Shit and see what color it is when you pull out.
cheeze whiz will do that to you. The barfy, I mean. Well, maybe the ghosts too. I have a friend whose place is legit haunted. Cold drafts, voices, moving shadows. I won't go over there. My friend told it, the ghost (or whatever) to leave him alone, and it did for a few months. But it came back. Hella creepy.
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