What's the fucking deal with the pac-man ghosts? Pinky, Blinky, Inky, and Clyde... Clyde? Why is he Clyde? Clyde is the name of an IRS agent or an insurance agent, not a ghost coming to consume your soul, I mean, why, what, why-what what-why WHAY? Why am I talking about Clyde? Because I like him, he's my buddy. We do shots together... well I don't drink and he can't because he's dead. I wonder what he was like when he was alive... what type of death made him look like that in his afterlife?
Maybe pac-man is what exorcism is to these ghosts, does exorcism happen to bad ghosts only? Or Satan? Well it happened to the couple in Beetlejuice and they were a nice people...
I don't know, but Clyde, I love you, give me a hug but don't consume my soul... Well you can't (according to some people) because I'm a "ginger" ahhh, but my hair's not curly and I don't have freckles and it is getting closer to brown... does this mean I have a portion of soul? I don't know. I say I don't know a lot of times... I'd count but I don't want to know how many times I say that.
6/8/12
6/6/12
Meow
You ever have a cat? You ever have a cat that's sick? Let me tell you a story of hwo I've been living for the past week.
ahem
meow. meow. mew. Mrrrrow. MEOW. MOW. MEROOROW. MOW.
fuck.
Cat, I'm about to throw you. Nowhere specific, I'm just gonna throw you. So will you shut it?
Meow
Get off my accordion. Meow. Get off my bed. Get off my nerves. MREOROEO-GODDAMNED-ROW. Get out of range of hearing and die.
Fuck you... You're so adorable, aaaaaawwwwwwwwww, let me pet you, no don't run a way. run the way *then dramatically stare in the sun to embrace that godawful pun* DON'T YOU PISS ON MY LAUNDRY!!
Ran after him. I ran after him and I scared the piss out of him... all on my laundry...
MEOOEOEOOOW
I'm throwing* you in the garage
(*throw in this case means to lightly drop on the nearest pillow, yes there are a lot of pillows and boxes in my garage)
Aaahh silenc- GODDAMMIT DON'T YOU DO NOT KNOCK OVER he knocked over my boxes.
10 minutes of box rearranging tetris-like (you've all heard that one with boxes being tetris blocks) madness later.
Typing this blog post because I'm tired and I have a cup of Dr. Pepper in a Pepsi cup that I got from a machine that had a Coca-Cola logo on it at a gas station that dominantly sells Mountain Dew (in a town where everyone loves Diet Coke)
ahem
meow. meow. mew. Mrrrrow. MEOW. MOW. MEROOROW. MOW.
fuck.
Cat, I'm about to throw you. Nowhere specific, I'm just gonna throw you. So will you shut it?
Meow
Get off my accordion. Meow. Get off my bed. Get off my nerves. MREOROEO-GODDAMNED-ROW. Get out of range of hearing and die.
Fuck you... You're so adorable, aaaaaawwwwwwwwww, let me pet you, no don't run a way. run the way *then dramatically stare in the sun to embrace that godawful pun* DON'T YOU PISS ON MY LAUNDRY!!
Ran after him. I ran after him and I scared the piss out of him... all on my laundry...
MEOOEOEOOOW
I'm throwing* you in the garage
(*throw in this case means to lightly drop on the nearest pillow, yes there are a lot of pillows and boxes in my garage)
Aaahh silenc- GODDAMMIT DON'T YOU DO NOT KNOCK OVER he knocked over my boxes.
10 minutes of box rearranging tetris-like (you've all heard that one with boxes being tetris blocks) madness later.
Typing this blog post because I'm tired and I have a cup of Dr. Pepper in a Pepsi cup that I got from a machine that had a Coca-Cola logo on it at a gas station that dominantly sells Mountain Dew (in a town where everyone loves Diet Coke)
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