01.22.03 :: 2:43 pm


The winter of our discontent, indeed. As of late, my nipples can cut glass.

Had a dream about animatronic wax dummies acting out the night of a haunting in their home, based on true events.

Can't even put into words how fucking scary it was.

And the dummy in the chair in the corner lip-synching to the actual recording of the father speaking in tongues.

We had to sleep over, too. Because it was a field trip. And the boy and I huddled on a cot with the Stoosh-dog and in the cot next to us, the animatronic dummies of two little girls just screaming, screaming, screaming.

I need a Xanax.

After work I am going to take a scalding hot shower and settle in to watch the antics of the socially retarded on the Bachelorette.


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