Ya see I found these two nails while on a walk near some train tracks and I was thinking about this guy I like. (He's older and probably wouldn't give me the time of day... *sniffle* I've liked him for years) I remembered this story he told once about pithing frogs in his science class. Pithing? I think that's what it was. *shrugs* Anyways I grinned and shoved the nails in my pocket and took them home with me.
I arrive home and by divine providence there is a crayola marker laying about the middle of the living room floor! I march into the kitchen to find trainguy and ask him to make two dots on my neck that are kinda level. I stand at attention and he has a couple goes at it and couldn't get the dots to my satisfaction. (thank goodness for washable markers eh?) So I ordered one of the minions upstairs to fetch a level. I dig through my art crap corner for a fine tip sharpie and get my spider killing hammer. Spots are drawn satisfactorily and I tell trainguy what I want him to do. The larger minion passed out cold right there on the kitchen floor. Dead gone! I washed the hammer and nails in the sink AND used soap. When I turned around to hand the nails and hammer to trainguy he was sitting in a chair and a fascinating gray green color. Poor guy was clammy too. So I wait for his friend... We'll call him "sittingmummy"... to arrive. To my astonishment sittingmummy actually drove both nails into the back of my neck! I laid on the kitchen floor face down and a few whacks later there ya go. Here's his handy work.
With the exception of the old guy crush and the spider killing hammer, the above story is a crock of crap. Meh. *shrugs* I got the nape of my neck pierced again. My skin is all red because I just got out of a scalding shower. Oh and the old guy really did tell a story about pithing (sticking a pin through some part of the frog's brain to paralyze it but keep it alive.) frogs in his science class.
Recently said to me when my friend called me a couple weeks ago and I was stressed out and kinda bummed because I was supposed to take some tests and it had turned out to be $5 a subject rather than $5 for the testing itself.
Her: You sound down.
Me: Yes I do (I'd already explained the above *points*)
Her: *Sighs* Whatever you do, could you please not kill yourself? I know a girl who killed herself like three weeks ago and another suicide is the last thing I need right now.
Me: *speechless with wormy feelings inside*
Her: *she continued speaking but the worms were distracting me and I have no idea what she said but it ended with* Okay?
Me: Sure. *clueless*
Her: What are you doing?
Me: Sitting in my car.
Her: Oh I won't be there Friday, I'm going on a date with my husband to find out who he is.
Me: ?
Her: So see ya later. Love your guts!
me: *I tell her I love her guts as well but she can't understand what it is I have said. I spare you how it sounds*
Her: *hesitates* Bye.
Me: alrightybye (yes all one word)
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