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I don't think I have, but this does remind me of something else. When I was probably ten or younger, my sister used to hang out with this strange chick named Stephanie. She made up the craziest stuff.

In our basement, painted on a wall, was a whole bunch of comic book characters (I think, it was a long time ago) that the previous owners had painted. It was really gorey, so Harpy told Beast that it was evil and had to be painted over.

Stephanie had a look at it and said there was nothing wrong with it, except there were two demons living in our basement. One was an evil one that kept showing up in my sisters dreams, and it had a bunch of spikes on it's back. The other was frozen in time, and she kept calling it a sitting duck. So I assumed there was a giant duck demon in our basement.

So one night, Stephanie did a ritual to get the bad demon out. I think Cockroach let her do it because she didn't want to offend her. Meanwhile I was upstairs. I don't know why, but I had the feeling that there were a bunch of gremlins living under our couch.

Cockroach also used to hang out with a less crazier guy named Patrick. He said he had two hearts, but one was ran through by a bull.

Now that I look at Cockroach, it's not surprising that she would hang around with people like that. Though whenever I mention them, she changes the subject quickly.

ONE
So I fell aleep on the couch, and our cordless phone was somewhere in between the cushions. The phone rings, wakes me up rather roughly. I move, and I think my butt turns the phone on. So now I have to answer it, not knowing who the hell it is. Because the caller id has turned into "PHONE ON".

After I find the phone, I am dissapointed to find out who's calling. It's some bill collector lady that calls for Drunkard, we usually ignore her calls. I still very drowsy and have no idea what I'm doing, so I copy down the number she gave me.

When I hang up, I remember that we told her a couple of months ago, that Drunkard doesn't live here anymore, and we lost contact with him. Head smack. So either she forgot, or she's fucking with me. I'm going with the latter, because I am paranoid by nature.

TWO
My sister was playing Love Song by the Cure the other day. I haven't listened to it for a long while, but it sounded familiar. I was like "Oh mah gawd, what is this song, I must have it on my list!" It was of course already on my list, but I forgot.

I wasn't going to bother asking Cockroach which song it was. She probably didn't know, and was too busy talking to herself. Her voice cuts through diamonds, so of course, the only lyric I heard was "I will always love you". So even though I knew it was no use looking for a lyrics that would show up Dolly Parton and Whitney Housten when I typed it in, I did anyway.

Anyway, you know the end:



Nothing has happened much this summer. I find myself either really tired and can not motivate myself to do anything. Or nervous, trembling, having a hard time breathing, and my heart is beating all weird.

I haven't written in a while. Here's some major crap in the order they happened: My sister moved into her old apartment, my mom was in the hospital for having some clogged arteries, I had a breakdown in front of my dog and scared the poor girl, Steve had a heart attack, and I had a great day with TaSha today. I wrote about all of this somewhere else, so I don't feel like repeating it.

Here's a picture of my dog Queenie:

Nevermind, apparently it's only for paid accounts now! Ah I'll get it up some other time. Maybe I'll use Viagra. That doesn't make sense. The picture is so cute though. She's sitting and looking at the camera all cute and stuff!