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charlz_lynnhave i mentioned that we live in the g spot yet? well, we do. look at it!
my walk home from work last night was... well... creepy. the town was silent at midnight, and a dense fog was still covering everything. every couple minutes i had to clean off my glasses because if i didn't, my vision was just as bad as without them, anyway. and there was water dripping from every surface. but no rain.
right before grover took me to work, we were standing outside the car, and we heard clicking on the street. we both turned to look, expecting to see someone running their dog, and what we got instead was a single coyote trotting down the street. just jogging along (in correct lane), not a care in the world. about 20 yards down the road, it turned to look at us, but kept running. it was awesome.
so on my walk home, i kept thinking of the coyote... half-expecting on to come from the shadows and eat my face. and that was much less frihtening to me than the idea of some man stepping out of the shadows.
why the hell am i so paraniod? anyway, mom's going to pick me up tonight.
kay, off i go now to read before i get paid to stand in a bar. someday, soon, there will be crowds of people dinking, giving me work to do.
my walk home from work last night was... well... creepy. the town was silent at midnight, and a dense fog was still covering everything. every couple minutes i had to clean off my glasses because if i didn't, my vision was just as bad as without them, anyway. and there was water dripping from every surface. but no rain.
right before grover took me to work, we were standing outside the car, and we heard clicking on the street. we both turned to look, expecting to see someone running their dog, and what we got instead was a single coyote trotting down the street. just jogging along (in correct lane), not a care in the world. about 20 yards down the road, it turned to look at us, but kept running. it was awesome.
so on my walk home, i kept thinking of the coyote... half-expecting on to come from the shadows and eat my face. and that was much less frihtening to me than the idea of some man stepping out of the shadows.
why the hell am i so paraniod? anyway, mom's going to pick me up tonight.
kay, off i go now to read before i get paid to stand in a bar. someday, soon, there will be crowds of people dinking, giving me work to do.
