G'day
So anyway, we are heading for Memphis in August. Now all I have to do is find a job and actually graduate...
Anyway, I don't really have much to report- I'm 25 now...I appreciate everyone who dropped by and/or wished me a happy one. Julie and I are heading to the north country tommorow for the long weekend, and we both are looking forward to the im we will spend there.
Something odd happened yesterday. I was standing out in the front of my place, when I just happened to glance down to the ground between my patio and the bushes. There was a hatchet lying there...I stood there and pondered the situation, running through the possible scenarios that might be in play. After talking to myself about it for a minute or so, I looked to my left and my stomach dropped. There was a cat perched on the far side of the building...staring at me. Now, I'm not a cat person... I don't understand them, and I have no experience with them. I'm also kind of freaked out by cats- partly because I am unfamiliar with them, but also because I'm delusional. I remember a dream I once had...most of it is insignificant, up to the point where a group of people and I were walking down the street at night. I glanced to my left and saw a purple cat. I mean, clearly it was a witch right? We tried to run, but it was able to keep me from moving...just with its eyes...
So that is where I am coming from. So there I was-just found a hatchet (most likely cursed) and there was a cat just watching me...like it wanted to see what I would do. I asked the cat- "Am I right to be freaked out by you?" The cat yawned as if it was bored with the question, turned and left.
I have since done my best with the hatchet. I cleaned it...oiled it...repaired the handle, and upgraded the grip. I wanted to keep it outside hidden in the bushes...much easier than running inside my door to grab my machete. But then Julie said that if I did that she'd always be freaked out when she was home alone because she would be paranoid about the hatchet-weilding maniac coming back and using it to...you know...get her. After reading all I have written above, is it any surprise I saw her point?
Anyway, I don't really have much to report- I'm 25 now...I appreciate everyone who dropped by and/or wished me a happy one. Julie and I are heading to the north country tommorow for the long weekend, and we both are looking forward to the im we will spend there.
Something odd happened yesterday. I was standing out in the front of my place, when I just happened to glance down to the ground between my patio and the bushes. There was a hatchet lying there...I stood there and pondered the situation, running through the possible scenarios that might be in play. After talking to myself about it for a minute or so, I looked to my left and my stomach dropped. There was a cat perched on the far side of the building...staring at me. Now, I'm not a cat person... I don't understand them, and I have no experience with them. I'm also kind of freaked out by cats- partly because I am unfamiliar with them, but also because I'm delusional. I remember a dream I once had...most of it is insignificant, up to the point where a group of people and I were walking down the street at night. I glanced to my left and saw a purple cat. I mean, clearly it was a witch right? We tried to run, but it was able to keep me from moving...just with its eyes...
So that is where I am coming from. So there I was-just found a hatchet (most likely cursed) and there was a cat just watching me...like it wanted to see what I would do. I asked the cat- "Am I right to be freaked out by you?" The cat yawned as if it was bored with the question, turned and left.
I have since done my best with the hatchet. I cleaned it...oiled it...repaired the handle, and upgraded the grip. I wanted to keep it outside hidden in the bushes...much easier than running inside my door to grab my machete. But then Julie said that if I did that she'd always be freaked out when she was home alone because she would be paranoid about the hatchet-weilding maniac coming back and using it to...you know...get her. After reading all I have written above, is it any surprise I saw her point?
posted by BigX at 10:53 AM
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