Deja Vu

I have a supernatural stalker. I really don’t know what he wants from me.

You put the suggestion into me that I should quit smoking. I did it. What you came to do was accomplished. There’s no reason for you to continue stalking me. Haven’t seen you in over a year. There’s no reason for me to see you ever again.

New Hair

I’ve cut off my long Rapunzel locks into a long layered bob. I feel so refreshed. I like my new hairdresser, his name is Eddie. He just cut off layers of people dying and killing themselves with meth. He really took his time. I like it when a hairdresser is intuitive, and he totally is.

No more tangles, no more ripping my hair apart every time I brush it. I feel so much better.



I Could Be Wrong..

I could be wrong, but I’m pretty sure that smokin’ weed and gettin’ laid are at the top of Satan’s priorities, not the sacrifice of babies or children. I don’t know about adults. I sure wouldn’t mind the Koch Brothers being sacrificed to me.


Original House of Blues is closing. Never got to go to that one.


It..was written.

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