of snow and ghosts
The ignance of the icy sidewalks as I walked to work was highly ignant.
there's three things I'm scared of. Bees, tornados, and icy sidewalks. So I carefully crept my way to the subway this morning. Saw a truck get stuck trying to park. And didn't fall once, although it was close a couple of times.
and snow weekend was AWESOME. I got whupped in scattergories, farted on by my cat, ate a half a box of cookies, and generally lazed around. Saturday was also, apparently, Zombie Movie Day on the Sci Fi channel. I <3 zombie movies. LOVE ZOMBIE MOVIES! so I was in heaven and made my roommate watch coolass zombies all day. Except for the part where I had dinner with my parents. No zombies then. Just pancakes.
Also, my apartment. Is haunted. I'm pretty sure of this now; once before, I heard someone coming up the steps at midnight, on a friday, and thought nothing of it-thought it was my roommate coming home to pick something up before he went out to stay at his mom's for the we weekend. So, he comes home on sunday and I'm all, "Y'know, when you came up on friday, you should've knocked on my door; I was still awake." His response? "I didn't come home on friday, I went straight from cocktails to my mom's house," which, man, I was scared. But not really. It's not an intimdating kind of thing. Ok, so fast forward a few months to Saturday night. I decide, around midnight, to go to sleep. and I hear this repetitive creaking on the steps-the middle one, if my roommate (who is a bit larger than me) steps on it, it's a pretty loud creaking. Me? Not so loud, but still a creak, and the cats don't make a noise at all. So I hear this creak, creak, creak for about an hour, and I'm thinking "that jackass. he's like, working out, or something, and being loud on the stairs." Which is all I think, because 1)it sounds like someone treading repeatedly on the steps, which I KNOW what that sounds like, and b)I'm not thinking "ghost", I'm thinking "ignant ass roommate". Sunday morning comes, and as I'm doing dishes, I ask him about his apparent midnight exercise routine. BUT!!! he tells me, "I went to bed right after you did." he didn't hear a thing; just the cats being annoying.
but if he wasn't on the steps, *insert scary music here* THEN WHO WAS?!?
there's three things I'm scared of. Bees, tornados, and icy sidewalks. So I carefully crept my way to the subway this morning. Saw a truck get stuck trying to park. And didn't fall once, although it was close a couple of times.
and snow weekend was AWESOME. I got whupped in scattergories, farted on by my cat, ate a half a box of cookies, and generally lazed around. Saturday was also, apparently, Zombie Movie Day on the Sci Fi channel. I <3 zombie movies. LOVE ZOMBIE MOVIES! so I was in heaven and made my roommate watch coolass zombies all day. Except for the part where I had dinner with my parents. No zombies then. Just pancakes.
Also, my apartment. Is haunted. I'm pretty sure of this now; once before, I heard someone coming up the steps at midnight, on a friday, and thought nothing of it-thought it was my roommate coming home to pick something up before he went out to stay at his mom's for the we weekend. So, he comes home on sunday and I'm all, "Y'know, when you came up on friday, you should've knocked on my door; I was still awake." His response? "I didn't come home on friday, I went straight from cocktails to my mom's house," which, man, I was scared. But not really. It's not an intimdating kind of thing. Ok, so fast forward a few months to Saturday night. I decide, around midnight, to go to sleep. and I hear this repetitive creaking on the steps-the middle one, if my roommate (who is a bit larger than me) steps on it, it's a pretty loud creaking. Me? Not so loud, but still a creak, and the cats don't make a noise at all. So I hear this creak, creak, creak for about an hour, and I'm thinking "that jackass. he's like, working out, or something, and being loud on the stairs." Which is all I think, because 1)it sounds like someone treading repeatedly on the steps, which I KNOW what that sounds like, and b)I'm not thinking "ghost", I'm thinking "ignant ass roommate". Sunday morning comes, and as I'm doing dishes, I ask him about his apparent midnight exercise routine. BUT!!! he tells me, "I went to bed right after you did." he didn't hear a thing; just the cats being annoying.
but if he wasn't on the steps, *insert scary music here* THEN WHO WAS?!?
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