I constantly make the mistake of getting bored at work and venturing to websites about the supernatural and paranormal... and I call it a mistake because I sit here alone and read about ouija boards and hauntings and the very unexplained and it freaks my shit directly out of town; loving it while I'm captivated by it... but hating it when I've closed the window and I'm left with these terrifying ideas sloshing around in my head.
I've never known a stronger love/hate relationship.
I'm definitely not new to the subject matter, because I've read more books about it than you know exist and I've experienced a huge chunk of what I've read (oh shutup, I'm not crazy and I'm not making it up)... but, there's still that human factor that gets the eeby-jeebies when things of the nature cross your mind... or path.
Anyway, being on these sites and specifically the group Supernatural here on SG, reminded me of so many things that I'd forgotten about growing up. And it's been awesome to see that other people know -exactly- what I'm talking about when I tell any of the stories I have. It's like a big weird support group. And because I'm not entirely comfortable talking about this stuff with just anyone who comes along, it's really cool to be able to throw stuff down on the threads and not worry about people reacting they way people often do. (And a note to those people: I wish that for just one second you could live in my head and understand the things I know and remember... because then you'd have much less to say.)
Anyway...
Work was draggy tonight. I really hate the 3rd night on shift... I suppose for the same reason that Thursdays always dragged slower than Fridays for me in highschool. I love the "after today, there's only one more day" thing.
It's weird to realize those things in writing.
But yes. Tonight was a hellish dragfest and I mean that in a very non-transexual way. Absolutely nothing has gone on... my coworker's been doing find-a-words all night and the usual flock of white rabbits... what are groups of rabbits called? Okay. I just googled it and it's just a herd. The usual -herd- of white rabbits has been MIA, providing much less entertainment than I get from watching them scratch through snow and nibble yellow grass. Jason sent me an unexpected cockshot though, and I do have to say, his points have skyrocketed.
Freckly, foreign and dirty as fuck. I do love that boy.
I've never known a stronger love/hate relationship.
I'm definitely not new to the subject matter, because I've read more books about it than you know exist and I've experienced a huge chunk of what I've read (oh shutup, I'm not crazy and I'm not making it up)... but, there's still that human factor that gets the eeby-jeebies when things of the nature cross your mind... or path.
Anyway, being on these sites and specifically the group Supernatural here on SG, reminded me of so many things that I'd forgotten about growing up. And it's been awesome to see that other people know -exactly- what I'm talking about when I tell any of the stories I have. It's like a big weird support group. And because I'm not entirely comfortable talking about this stuff with just anyone who comes along, it's really cool to be able to throw stuff down on the threads and not worry about people reacting they way people often do. (And a note to those people: I wish that for just one second you could live in my head and understand the things I know and remember... because then you'd have much less to say.)
Anyway...
Work was draggy tonight. I really hate the 3rd night on shift... I suppose for the same reason that Thursdays always dragged slower than Fridays for me in highschool. I love the "after today, there's only one more day" thing.
It's weird to realize those things in writing.
But yes. Tonight was a hellish dragfest and I mean that in a very non-transexual way. Absolutely nothing has gone on... my coworker's been doing find-a-words all night and the usual flock of white rabbits... what are groups of rabbits called? Okay. I just googled it and it's just a herd. The usual -herd- of white rabbits has been MIA, providing much less entertainment than I get from watching them scratch through snow and nibble yellow grass. Jason sent me an unexpected cockshot though, and I do have to say, his points have skyrocketed.
Freckly, foreign and dirty as fuck. I do love that boy.
I still jump out of my seat during some horror films