Night Rider

On the ride home last night from ye olde samich shoppe, some odd thoughts presented themselves...

RandomMindRambleGO(haha i see that and all can think is something cheesey like the power rangers or captain planet when they all get together to use their powers but have to say one little catch phrase together, i'd be the one sittin in the back yelling about how stupid they are and to quit wasting time being GAY lets go and rescue and some hot chicks or the world er whatever)

Holy shit it's fucking dark out here and there aren't any lights, the stupid construction leaves me without shoulders but it doesn't matter cuz i'm a line hugger. a yellow line hugger. concrete barriers on either side it's like the gauntlet, god those people were fucked up i remember going through the toture hall in medieval times and seeing all the fucked up shit that was used as punishment, what a job, sit around and think up new ways to torture people back to the gauntlet, like American Gladiators, I thought the names were funny like Nitro and Blade n shit people always pussed out when it came to jousting with huge q-tips i always liked the one where they put contestants in a huge hamster ball and made them run around and knock into each other

And random thoughts from today:

i've been afraid of the dark lately like last night as i was getting into bed i had this shockingly detailed idea that a hand was going to reach out from under my bed and grab me. a gross dripping slimy coved in seaweed like the arm from that nasty thing that popped out of the bog in that movie i used to watch as a kid oh yeah legend wow that movie sucked. or after the lights were out, that someone or something was in my room. the parking garage can be pretty creepy, the tip tap of a single woman's heels and nothing else, some lights are out, is there someone lurking there? you watch too many bad movies, but yeah monsters and weird shit keep infecting my brain when it gets late and i'm alone in the dark. wtf. i'm 24. i'm too tired to blog for real cuz i've been working too hard lately and it doesn't look like it's going to end anytime soon. they better pay me more. i want to kill the cat but then she gives me that supid sweet look like, 'what? so maybe i barfed on your bed in the early morning hours while you were sleeping in it...' yeah she totally did. i rolled over and felt something cold and wet with my foot. i was instantly mad. turn on the light, it's fucking 4:45am. my quilt. my sheets. my NEW quilt and 600 thread count egyptian cotton sheets that i bought 2 weeks ago...the sheets that had been on my bed for a total of 2 days before she got to em. this is why i can't keep nice things nice. if you've never slept on fancy sheets like that at home you must try it.

i have no point. or do i? shit it's 9pm and i'm too tired for it to be 9pm. bah. fuck it i'm done.