Aug 14
every day i wake up and the Lord is doing some Wes Craven shit to me
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every day i wake up and the Lord is doing some Wes Craven shit to me
brain feels like it's pounding out of my skull and leaking from my ears, but i'm awake and intact. i'm really starting to think moving to Paradise was a tragic mistake.
this motherfucking creep has been calling me all night and i have no idea how he got ahold of my number nor my name
at around 3 am this morning i heard pounding on my front door, grabbed Stump and my shotgun and barricaded myself in the bed-bath combo, motherfucker kept calling for almost a full hour and i only answered while recording to have verifiable proof that i am NOT fucking crazy
after i hung up the call (by throwing my phone) i didn't get any more rings
i eventually mustered the nuts to step outside with my shotgun but didn't find anyone
i keep thinking my thoughts about Paradise are maybe a bit overwrought, but this shit can only confirm my worst fears
head pounding. going to try to lie down for a bit. makeshift bed on the bathroom floor. i doubt i'll sleep, but i hope i don't get up in the morning to find a brick or a pipe bomb thrown through my window
doe, u R the cutest :-(((!!!! please take care of urself, giving ur cat nice treats as well <3
you're very kind
Stump is about all i got left in this cold, cold world, but hey, we make it work, right?
they should invent black fingernail polish that doesn't go away when you bite them
i usually have my radio on while doing my runs, and a while ago i delivered to a guy walking his dog. and he asked me "oh dude are you listening to Beck?!" and i had to look him in the eye and tell him it was the Butthole Surfers
CONFUTATIS MALEDICTUS,
FLAMMIS ACRIBUS ADDICTIS,
VOCA ME CUM BENEDICTIS
ORO SUPPLEX ET ACCLINIS,
COR CONTRITUM QUASI CINIS
GERE CURAM MEI FINIS
LACRIMOSA DIES ILLA,
QUA RESURGET EX FAVÍLLA LUDICANDUS HOMO REUS
HUIC ERGO PACE, DEUS
pie lesu domine, dona eis requiem. amen
ingemisco, tamquam reus,
culpa rubet vultus meus
gere curam mei finis
amen
it's been piss pouring rain all night, lightning every 10 or so seconds. can you fuckin' believe it's supposed to be in the 70°'s tomorrow? after all this snow and shit? even the goddamn weather doesn't act right here.
you think those little shit gremlin weather gnomes from the Rankin Bass movies are fighting over this place?