Today I Feel...

Happy Halloween.

And Speaking of Halloween...

Did you know that back in days of yore, like the 30's and 40's, people used to make their own Halloween costumes? Sure, you might say, "but Laura, people do that all the time now-a-days." While that is true, the olden-days costumes were eight hundred million times more scary. Seriously. These will haunt your dreams.

Deep breath... ok.

I would definitly run away if that thing was headed towards my door.

Oh dear God! I didn't even see those two. I think I just peed a little.

Why? Just... why?

Ugh. I think part of my soul just slipped away...

*Silently starting to sob...

It's just... I can't even...

Look out cat!

Please tell me that little doll isn't starring at me...

For the love of all that's good - does that thing on the right even have a face???


To everyone who wasn't just frightened into a coma - Happy Halloween!

Zombies!

So, the big zombie pub crawl happened last weekend in the Twin Cities. The streets ran red with fake, homeade blood. It's quite an interesting social phenomena, and...

AAAHHH!!!

Awe, crap. My hand just died. That totally sucks! I use that thing a lot. I didn't see it happen, but I'm leaning towards murder.

Wait... did that thing just move? I thought I saw... oh well. It can't be.

Well I didn't imagine that! My had lives! Oh, thank God. That was going to be a huge life change for me, and I'm not always great at huge life changes.

Is it just me, or is this thing starting to look a little... unnatural? No... no way. It can't be. My hand is totally undead! Are you telling me I've got to walk around with a zombie hand??? That's just great.

Geez! Dial it back a little, hand. You don't even have a mouth - why are you trying to eat my brain? I'll have to check back with y'all in a bit to see how this deal's going to play out. Happy Halloween!

Today I Feel...

Seriously Deranged

You know what totally creeps me out? No, it's not American Horror Story or The Cabin in the Woods (both of which I highly recommend watching). It's this:



Did you watch it? Can you believe this insanity??? These Hershey Kiss adults are whitnessing the creation of new kisses. I do not know if they are babies, or simply cloned adult copies. They give them a pat on the back and send them off down the assembly line. They end up on some sort of red carpet with a whole audience of their peers watching. Then, they get flung into the human dimension where a white, middle class lady and her daughter place them in baking-hot cookie dough and eat them. Are the others still watching? What kind of sick enjoyment is this?

And what did the factory workers do to avoid being murdered ten minutes after they were born? Did they exhibit some sort of quality that other worker's recognized? Did they murder the next Kiss in line, therefore showing the other factory workers that he had what it took?

I would also like to point out that at one point, one factory worker Kiss gives another factory worker Kiss a bouquet of labels, using his label to do it. That's like me giving you a bouquet of arms. Sickening - isn't it. Truly, truly depraved.

Photo Project

So, I'm doing a little dogsitting right now. I decided to do a photo-project of the neighborhood where the dog lives. Bonus points if you can spot the self-portrait.

So, got a new blog going. I figure I can't afford therapy right now, so this is a great second choice. Right off the bat, I'd like to tackle a very controversial issue. I hate these:

You're supposed to put a little magnetic square over your current mood. I'm not sure what's supposed to happen then. I don't know about you, but my moods are never that cut and dry. I'm complex, man! It's not like they give you any extra squares or anything. Since I know you are always curious about my current mood, I'll be posting my own version of this from time to time. Fell free to add your interpretations in the comments section.

Today I Feel: