June 14, 2008

  • Friday the Thirteenth Fun

    I went into the bathroom with the lights off and said "Candyman" three times. Then I said "Bloody Mary" three times. Then I left the bathroom and closed the door, I figured they could fight it out.

    That was 6 hours ago.

    Now, I'm in the house, alone. It's an old house, lots of creaking.

    I also have an over-active imagination.

    So, I am sitting here, watching Letterman (who really doesn't strike me as funny anymore), with the dogs, Mr. Sparky, my bow staff, my nunchaku,  my that's-not-a-knife-this-is-a-knife knife, and of course, my rapier wit...which is kind of got me into this situation in the first place.

    I tried to talk my sister into staying with me, but she wasn't having it.

    Update:
    I made it through the night alive (okay, so I took some Valarian root to help me sleep, forgetting that it gives me odd dreams, fortunately, this one was just about me, one of my soul sisters, Spike the souled version, and Angel Angeleus, getting sent back in time to the late 1700s early 1800s).

    This morning, I went into the bathroom and sang Candyman (from the original Willie Wonka Movie) three times, now, I've got BloodyMary, Candyman, and Sammy Davis Jr. hanging out. Thankful, I have a solution given from SladeTheGreyFox, as soon as I finish this update I'm going to follow his instructions (see link) and send all three to San Francisco.

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