The Ghosts of David and Grandmother Helen strike again!
Yesterday, when I got into my car to start it, the radio came on. I hadn’t put the key in yet, leading me to believe that David and my Grandmother Helen have been out cruising in my car, and they forgot to turn the radio off. I’m like 99% sure I hadn’t had the radio on when I put it into the garage, because it is impossible for me to pull the car in with music playing. I must have silence to concentrate or I’m gonna either take a mirror off or smash into my lawn chairs.
I’m cool with them borrowing my car. I’d rather have them out speeding around than sitting in my bedroom watching me do naughty things that make me die a little bit inside with Mister so I can get me a new ride.
Also, it smelled like pot. But then again, that could have been from…well, never mind.
In other news, I’m coming down with a cold, and I had a story to tell you, but I fucking forgot what it was.
PS: Happy Valentines Day Queefies! We’re doing absolutely nothing. I’ll be lucky if Mister picks up a card, but this morning, he told me I “don’t look like a pile of dog shit.” That’s pretty much as romantic as it gets around here, so I guess that was Valentines Day. Ta-Da!!!!
PSS: I think I’m going to have to demand an explanation for this:
- Who’s Crissy gonna call?
- Yes, but what if your Spirit Guide is an asshole?
- Honestly, you’re probably better off not even reading this.
- A real live honest to Jesus CONTEST where you get to kill eachother for a GIFT CARD!
- There I was, minding my own business when I noticed there was a dick in my mulch. This is not a euphemism for anything, I swear.