I have just successfully scared the bejebus out of myself, and now I don't want to be alone in my apartment anymore. I've been reading all these morbid true life incidents and urban legends... And I'm about to die of a heart attack over it all. Sweet Mary, I know I shouldn't read stuff like that but I do.
I've gotta get out of here. I'm going to see a movie later (one of my personal favs: "To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything! Julie Newmar.") John Leguizamo and "Dirty Dancing"'s Patrick Swayze in drag! Can't miss it!
Also, to Lauren: Remember that thing that you wanted me to Google and find pictures of? Well... I finally did it, and I hate you. That was the single most disgusting, foul, horrid act of nature imaginable. I hope you're happy with yourself because it caused me to throw up on my freshly cleaned carpet. You desire pain... lots of pain.
I've gotta get out of here. I'm going to see a movie later (one of my personal favs: "To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything! Julie Newmar.") John Leguizamo and "Dirty Dancing"'s Patrick Swayze in drag! Can't miss it!
Also, to Lauren: Remember that thing that you wanted me to Google and find pictures of? Well... I finally did it, and I hate you. That was the single most disgusting, foul, horrid act of nature imaginable. I hope you're happy with yourself because it caused me to throw up on my freshly cleaned carpet. You desire pain... lots of pain.