So here I sit watching Discovery's alien invasion day. Now this may not seem like a big deal. You see. Aliens. Like the "Greys"...yeah scare the ever living shit out of me. Two things. "Gryes" and no shit teletubbies. I happen to have an interest in UFO's and E.T. life. I do. Yet I seriously think that if I look at a "Grey" for too long I will really for really die. That scary. Am army of mutant monsters threatens the safety of my potato chips and it's go time!! Yeat a "Grey". One tiny, maybe 85 puond, could throw it through a house it's so small, little "Grey" and I freeze. So needless to say I'm watching it with my thumb on the last channel button and ready to close my eyes. Yup. It's that bad. I am a pussy but you are what you eat. 
Yet since I just leatned of a new Quinnie set.... TV gets ignored for a bit.
Yet since I just leatned of a new Quinnie set.... TV gets ignored for a bit.
Aliens creep me out too, but I find myself more preoccupied with perhaps sillier fears that dead chicks will come out of my TV and kill me. Oh how retarted I am...