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Oct. 21st, 2004 01:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thejunipertreeOkay, you know what?
I was doing pretty good by myself tonight. Tooling around the apartment, cleaning the ferret cage, singing to myself. Generally feeling A-motherfucking-okay.
Then, just now, the television decides to air a commercial for "The Grudge". Some new horror movie starring Sarah Michelle Geller.
I'd seen it advertised and talked about in Fangoria. Heard other people discussing it. I had a passing interest in it, mild. But not overly concerned with seeing it.
...
goddamn.
Freaked out by a cunting commercial!
>:O
and now the cat is crying over and over again, while staring at the wall.
That's it, I'm going to bed.
And I'm not coming out from under the freaking blanket, either.
I was doing pretty good by myself tonight. Tooling around the apartment, cleaning the ferret cage, singing to myself. Generally feeling A-motherfucking-okay.
Then, just now, the television decides to air a commercial for "The Grudge". Some new horror movie starring Sarah Michelle Geller.
I'd seen it advertised and talked about in Fangoria. Heard other people discussing it. I had a passing interest in it, mild. But not overly concerned with seeing it.
...
goddamn.
Freaked out by a cunting commercial!
>:O
and now the cat is crying over and over again, while staring at the wall.
That's it, I'm going to bed.
And I'm not coming out from under the freaking blanket, either.
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Date: 2004-10-22 01:11 pm (UTC)I could fit into one of the apartment building's dryers, if I was really determined, but that would mean I'd have to go into the spookier-than-fuck laundry room.