Cart Anxiety

I have a rather currious and illogical aversion to shoping carts, or rather I should say particuarly to using/pushing the shoping cart. There is just something about pushing a shoping cart around that I reeally do not like, and primairly becasue doing so just feels so "domestic" in my mind, though never mind the fact that I do plently of other things which can be qualified as "domestic" of which do not really bother me, and the fact that usually the only place I would ever be using a shopping cart is at the pet store. So it is not even like pushing one around in a supermarket. Not that there is anything wrong with doing that for a sane and rational person.

And it is not like some sort of "trying to look cool" thing, or thinking somehow that it dosen't look cool to be pushing a shopping cart, becasue well for one thing everyone else there is doing the same thing, and I really do not think they are paying any attention to me whatsoever, and I am not worried about what anyone else thinks, it has completely to do with my own personal image of myself. Whenever I am behind a shopping cart, I just get this weird feeling about it. It just doesn't feel right to me, and I don't like it.

I think part of it is that when I am pushing a shopping cart I just feel impeded upon or restritritced, I do not feel "free" becasue I have this big bulky thing in which I have to navagate around and I like to feel more open and fluid and it is true I do have an odd habbit of randomly dancing when I am in stores. Usually it is if the store happens to be playing music. But when I am in public I do like to break into random dance at times, sometimes I will just get a song stuck in my head that I will start dancing around to while I am walking around in a store.

11:25 PM - 4/23/2008 - comments {3} - post comment

Direction

One thing I have learned about myself is that it seems I have an inablity to trust instructions or directions that are given to me. I do not know why but for some reason I always seem to exepct them to be wrong or to lead me astray. And this goes for just about everything be it some electornic device, a school assginment, cooking...etc.

Whenever I am doing something in which I have to follow some instructions I always exepct things to somehow go horribly wrong even though I know I am doing it just like the instructions are telling me to do it. I will end up like re-reading the same instcutions 5 times even though I know I had read it right the first time. Or I will be doing something, and I will know that I am doing what the instrcutions told me to do, but the whole time I will still think that somehow I am doing it wrong.

Like onetime when I was cooking some rice to go with dinner, and the directions said to cook for 20-30 mins I think it said. Something like that, but for some reason I kept convinving myself that the rice was going to burn if I kept it in there for that long, even though that is what it said to do on the box. So I ended up stopping it about 10mins. sooner, and guess what? It was a little undercooked, becasue it probaly would have been perfectly fine if I just left it in there for as long as the directions said to.

Or if I am having a problem with my computer, or some other such device so I look up what to do about the problem and then I go to do what the support thingy tells me to do, the whole time, even though I am doing just what it said to do, I will be worried that I am going to cause an even bigger problem to happen if I do what they tell me to do to fix it.

I think the problem might be rooted in both my control and my trust issues. I do not like something to be out of my control and I also have probelms trusting others, even if the other happens to be words on a box. I do not like to feel as if I am not in control of a situation, and if I happen to be doing something in which I am not grealy knowledgable, or cannot figure out how to do just on my own, I do not like having to just completely trust another source to fix the problem, knowing that if something does go wrong I will have no control of the problem or ablity to fix it and so I have to completely put my trust in this other source.

And I have had a long time habbit of never really like to or bothering with reading instructual mannuals for anything new I get, unless I feel I have to, but generally I usually prefre to just figure out how something works on my own just by pushing different buttons to see what they do and such, instead of trying to read some booklet that tells me what everything is and how it works.

Also I do not like doing things that I do not fully understand how to do, without having another person there who happens to be knowlegeable in whatever it is, so that if something does go wrong, I cannot just have them just fix it for me, I am most espcially like that with computers. Because I am completely lost on how computers work. So when I do have a problem with the computer though I try my best to fix the problem myself I wish I could just have some computer expert appear and making the problem go away. I have always seceretly desired that there were little computer fixing gnomes, so if something was wrong I could just turn the computer off and go to bed, and they would come out at night and make everything work again.

8:53 PM - 1/8/2008 - comments {1} - post comment

I Monster

Sometimes I feel like an awful person, but well I have this frined, and we are really close good frineds and have known each other for a long time, and all in all he is a great guy and we are really like brother and sister, but me being the way I am, sometimes I just really need my own personal space and need to just be alone, and not be around anyone else, not see anyone else not have to talk to anyone else or worry about anyone else but just be left completely to myself. I need that sort of solitude and peace. It is really crucial to my sanity I think, but my friend he is online like 27/7. And so for me that would be like if he were living in my house with me and alwyas always there. It is just a bit too much to take, and overwhelms me at times.

The only way to aviod it is to not be online, but then I have things to do on the computer, that don't neccaiarly envolve socializing and I don't want to be driven off my own computer becasue of it, but I cannot say anything to him about it, becasue then he would take it all perosnally and compeltely misunderstand where I am comming from and well I cannot just say to him, you are online too much and I wish you would just chill out and not talk to me so much cause it is driving me crazy. But becasue I do not know what to do, and it is just too much for me, it has made me start to become withdrawn.

I will ignore him for long periods of time when he is talking and then just everynow and then think I guess I should respond so he does not think I am ignorning him and so I will say some insignficant coment just to make it seem like I am still there and paying attention even though I don't really care in the current state of my mind, and I will cringe when he does IM me, and give very short, half-assed responses to what he says. Sometimes when we are in the middle of talking I will just sign off becasue without saying anything becasue it is too much and I need to get away, and if I see him online I won't IM him to say hi.

What is really bad, is right now they are having some finicial troubles and though I hope things work out for the best, they are thinking, him and his wife, that they might have to get rid of one of thier computers, because at first they only had one, which was mostly his wifes but she let him use it, then he got his own which is when he started being online all the time, and a part of me hopes they do go back to having one computre so he will not be online quite so much to give me something of a break. Because there is nothing I can say without sounding like a bitch, but then I suppose that would not be any worse then the way I have been acting lately.

2:46 PM - 11/9/2007 - comments {0} - post comment

Death

For reasons that I cannot explain, I have very strong reservations and an almost phobic feeling of things which are dead, which is quite odd in particular for someone like myself, considering, I do not think my fear and repulsion has anything to do with normal fears about confronting my own mortality, or just uneasiness about death in genreal that many people have, because I do not think that I suffer from such things, I feel comftrable with the idea of death and I have been around death and experinced it on many different levels particuarly considering that I have had animals all my life so I am familar with death and belive that I have a healthy relationship with it. As well my intrests in gerneal tend to be very dark and macbre. The idea of death itself is not a bother to me.

I also do not tend to be squmish or have a weak stomach, sights of blood and gore do not naususte me or cause me to feel light headed, I can look at very grusome things withut much of a physcial reaction or feeling of sickness. So it is not like I feel sick or ill or have any bodily reaction when I see something dead.

My reservations on death are completely irrational and not explained by any of the normal reasons.

I am comftrable around all animals, and I am not given to having any animal phobias, really, it does not matter how creepy or crawely the animal is, or if it slithers, or is slimey or has six legs or eight or none, and so on. I will handle any sort of animal if the nescceistiy to do so comes up, but when it comes to dealing with dead animals I just cannot do it. There is just something about the idea of touching a lifeless form in which the energy and spirit has long left that just really repells me and it is not becasue I am just grossed out by it.

I remeber one time there was this dead cockroach on the floor in the kitchen, I do not know if it accidnetly got stepped on or what, but whenever I went into the kitchen I would not want to walk past it or near it, and tried to aviod as much as possible, but I could not just leave it there on the floor, and if it had been alive, I would have thought nothing of just putting a cup over it, scooping it up and taking it outside. But becasue it was dead I did not want to go anywhere near to it, though it did not even look smashed or anything. It was just sitting there dead. Though as much as I tried to reason with myself I really did not want to have anything to do with it or to touch it. But like I said, it was not becasue I felt like ewe that is gross. But eventurally I finally did pick it up with a paper towl and dump it out.

And then the same thing happend to me when I was at my uncles cabin. There was a dead millipede on the floor, and I had to pick it up and get rid of it, and I really did not want to, I did not want to touch it, but again if it had been alive I would have just scooped it up on something and took it outside, I have held milipedes in my hand before without being bothered by it.

And I keep my occsionaly, usually when I get them for my snake and he decides he is not hungery and does not eat them, I will keep it as a pet but then when they die, I don't wnat to have anything to do with it, or to have to touch it, and I hate it when I have take them out.

For me there is just something about touching the empty shell of a souless body that I do not like

11:34 AM - 10/19/2007 - comments {0} - post comment

Speaking in tounges

I speak in tounges, ok maybe not exzactly but close enough. For reasons I cannot explain, or do not understand, and for a good long while now, I have the habbit of breaking into spontanous and random accents now and then, and it is nothing I do on purpose or intentionally just to be funny, but rather it happens quite unconciously, I will be about to say something when all the sudden for some unknown reason it will come out in some such accent, and I will just be thinking, why am I talking like this?

Also for some reason, when I try and talk on the phone, it is like I am from New Jersey suddenly. I will be on the phone and the word call will become cawl, and when trying to give my phone number the numbers 8 and 3 will somehow become one number like eightree.

And I have a varity of accents that I do, sometimes it is east coase, sometimes it is British, or Irish, I think I have done a little German and Russian before as well. I do not do southern very often, though now and then a yall will slip out.

The thing that is really funny, is that if I try to do an accent on purpose, I cannot, I am incapable or speaking in mock accents, at least doing so willfully, but when they just slip out on thier own, it will be like perfect.

8:44 AM - 9/27/2007 - comments {1} - post comment

Singing in the Shower

What is it about the shower that seems to lend itself to signing? That is perhaps one of the most common and universial things, this idea that revolves around signing in the shower, it appears in movies and tv alike, and I have to admit that I am guilty of it myself though I cannot explain why. Perhaps it is the sense of privacy that is offered in which one is allowed to be more themselves without any inhabitations.

Though of couse me being me, I have to go a step beyond the acceptable norm, so it is not bad enough that I do sing in the shower, not that what I do could probaly really be called signing, though that might be the idea of it, in practice I do not suppose it very much resembles singing, but that aside, what I do, I can only best describe as stream of concious signing, that is to say, I will just start making up some song of my own and sing off the top of my head making it up as I go along without any real forethought. I have done this for about as long as I can remeber, compose songs in my head off the cuff.

Perhaps it is the poet in me that lends itself to breaking out in random verses.

6:49 PM - 8/21/2007 - comments {1} - post comment

No Touchy Touchy

Well this little tidbit is not exzactly a seceret to those who know me personaly, but rather much the oppisite for anyone who does know me personally it is imparitive to know this about me for thier own continued good health and well being. Somewhere between Middle School and Highschool, I cannot recall exzactly when it had developed completely and fully I have come to strongly despise having any sort of physcial contact, or being touched or touching in any way, other people.

And this does extend to everyone including friends and family, I find it most distasteful for a family member or a friend to hug me. And should there be an event in which someone for the gods only know what reason, get the idea in thier head to hug me, it is my initial and strongest reaction and instict to simply shove them off of me, and this very well may happen in the event that the hug is given by someone I do not know well, but in the case in which I am not in a posistion to comit assult becasue I do not feel like deealing with the possible reporcutions later, even though I think that it ought to be considered up there with self-defense to assult someone who invades ones private and personal sapce for any reason. I will make my displeasure and disgust quite obvious in my body posture. For one thing I will never return the hug I do not care whom is giving it or why. But rather I will become quite stiff and my body will tense up and I keep my arms just at me sides, while I stand thier mortified and horrified by the whole event.

Though I will find handshpake more acceptiable if not desirebale by those whom I do know, I find it quite disgusting to shake the hands of those I do not know well or at all. And I have the urge to instantly go wash my hands after the handshake. Though this is not becasue of any sort of germphobia I have, I am not in fear that I will catch any illness, but rather I simply find the feel of anothers flesh against mine, and have another persons essence left upon me to be distasteful.

I am much like a cat whom have the habbit of after you have just finnished petting or holding them instantly are overcome with the need to start cleaning themselves.

6:11 PM - 5/22/2007 - comments {2} - post comment

Midnight Call

Last night shortly after I signed off line, it was a little past midnight, the phone suddenly began to ring, and I thought that was a little strange becasue I did not know anyone who would be calling me at that hour, and I knew at that time it could not be a telemarketer or anything like that, so I was just like, well who could be calling. But well I never answer the phone anyway, and anyone who knows me knows I do not answer the phone, and so I just let it ring and figured they would know to just leave a message, and figured if they were calling at this time it was porabably important anyway so they would say something. So I wait and the phone continue to rings, and then the machine picks up, and there is nothing, no one says anything. So I thought that was strange, cause I did not think anyone I knew would call at like 12 at night and then not say anything. But then I was just like ok whatever, that was strnage, and I started to get ready to go to bed again when the phone began to ring again.

That was really wierd, cause then I was like, ok what the hell, and I kept thinking of that movie When A Stranger Calls, where ths babysitter gets a call from someone who is inside the house, and then I was like, why did they call like right after I signed off? Did they know someone how that I just signed off, or have they been calling and calling and finaly got through? But I figured I better answer it this time cause whoever it was apperently wanted to talk to me. Though I thought it was werid they would not just leave a meassage. So I pick up the phone and was like hello? And it turned out it was a wrong number. Mike was looking for Chibie and Boo or something like that.

But I was still a little werided out a while after that cause it was just strange, and then I kept waiting for it to like ring again, but it never did.

8:33 AM - 5/18/2007 - comments {0} - post comment

Phantom Pain

Well this is something that I have only told but a select few people, and something that still remains vivid within my mind, it was an event that had in fact tramatized me for sometime, as after it happend I carried with me a fear that remained for the longest time before I finally began to recover from it.

I was about 7 or 8 at the time, and it must have been Saturday or Friday becasue I had been up from somewhere between 9-10 at night, I was watching one of those ghost story type shows, the kind that was suppose to be about some true story that really happend, and they have reenactments of what happend and such, and I remeber there was this one in particular that was quite ceepy and it was the last one to come one, it was this house they were doing some work on, and things would keep happening to try and stop the work, and they reported hearing the laughter of childern, and then there was this one scene where like this break wall I think it was, I am sketchy on all the details of the show, fell over on the guy, or something of that sort, and well anyway, so I went to bed and fell asleep without any problems, then at some point around the middle of the night to early morning I was awakend from a dead sleep by this sudden pain that felt like someone had just stabbed a knife in my leg. I woke up with a scream and jolted up, waking up like the whole house, but when I pulled back the sheets there was nothing no sign of any sort of spider or anything that could have possibly bit me, nor were there any amrks upon my leg, no redness, or swollen area, or sign of blood, nothing at all to indicate what could have done it, or what really happend, I remeber after it had happend, I had thought I had seen some sort of shadow moving acorss the floor of my bedroom.

8:11 PM - 4/2/2007 - comments {0} - post comment

Mothra

It is funny the things that we remeber sometimes, the things which stay within our mind for whatever reason, and we carry with us, and it is not always the big things either, sometimes it is just little and simple, mundane things, that for whatever reason stays with us and remains vivid within our mind. Though I have never been good at recalling dates or time frames when I remeber things for whatever reason, I can remeber the event clearly but have a hard time placing just when it happend. There is this one story I clearly remeber and for some reason still cary it with me, and remain a touch mystified by it though I cannot say why.

It was either in the spring or summer time I would have to say, I was probaly somewhere in my early teens at the time, and I was at my grandmothers house, she had this huge backyard, and when I was younger, I use to love to play all sorts of make beleive games of adventure in her backyard, and I would collect catapillars, because milkweed use to grow crazy back there, and so the monarchs would be everwhere and I would collect the catapillars and keep them in a container untill she metamorhised then let the butterflies go, but I am getting off track for now, on this paritcualar day, I was romping around the backyard, becasue I was tired of sitting in the house, and I wanted some time alone, when I felt something like bite or sting my leg, and I looked down, and the only thing I could see was this bright yellow orange colored bug that appered to be some sort of moth or butterly flying around the area where I was bit, and there was no sign of anything else that could have done it, but I know that moths and butterflies do not bite, and as far as I know they do not even have the ablity to do so, they certiantly do not have any stingers and fangs, and I do not think butterflies even have teeth or pinchers of any kind becasue they drink nector though mouths might have some sort of pinchers or teeth for cutting leaves and such, they simply do not bite, at least not that I have ever heard of, but it has always aludeded me as to just what could have happend, and I have never been able to uncover the asnwer, I have looked in varrious different bug books and the only things I found that looked like what bit me are varrious types of moths or butterflies, and I have found nothing to suggest that there is any particuarly type of mouth that does or would bite. But I do not know what other answer there could be, nor what else could have been responsieble for it.

2:50 PM - 4/2/2007 - comments {0} - post comment

First Impressions

I have always had this uncanny ability to tell just how I am going to get along with a person in the first 5 secounds of talking to them, it has always been the case with me, that really what happens in those first 5 secounds, determines how my entier relationship or non-relationship as case may be will go with a person.

I can not really think of a time in which this has not been the case, I do not think there has ever been a case in which my feelings or thoughts of a person has drasictly changed from what they were on that initial first meeting with them. The way it is with me, if I do not intially and naturally clique with a person right off the bat, it just is not going to happen, no amount of time is going to change that, and just as well, there has never been a time in which I cliqued with someone right away but then after a couple days or more, as I got to know them suddenly was like totally wrong about them.

Over a course of years I might loose touch with people and things might happen, it does not nessciarly mean that I will be firends with someone forever just becasue I clique with them right away, but that is always something that happens gradually overtime and in that it is not as if my initial feelings for them drasticaly change or because, as I get to know them more, they are suddenly like a different person then I had frist thought, it is just the course of life sometimes, and usually I change with them in my own way.

And on the other side, if there is someone who I do not just hit spot on with in that first instant meeting, it is not nessciarly becasue they just come off as a total jerk at first and are clearly an asshole, in some cases they can come acorss, and be, a very nice and decent person, and it is not as if I even dislike them really, I could find nothing really wrong with them at all, I just for whatever reason feel a really close tie to them if it is not ignitied in that very first meeting, even if I like them and continue to speak to them, I won't really connect with them or quite accept them fully as a firend but see the more or less as an aquintence and I will maintian a certain aloofness from them.

And the people who I am now really close to and feel like I can confide in and whom I count among my close intimate friends, they are people that I did within the first 5 secounds of talking to, feel an immideiate and sudden bound with them and just knew instantly that we would be friends.

9:07 AM - 3/29/2007 - comments {0} - post comment

Hairy Me

I have come to find the task of shaving legs and underarms to be well quite the drag and the hasstle, and more so for the fact that there is virtually no reason to do it, it is something done purely for societal reasons to meet a certain standard that American sociaty has started somewhere down the line, and so for that reason, I decied that I would no longer bother myself with the task.

Yes that is right, I do not shave my legs or underarms, becasue I do not give a shit what everyone else thinks and besides it is not as if I am often out in public and certiantly not in any setting where I might have to enteract with other people, so I just don't bother to do it, because I don't want to and that is all that matters to me.

The only time I ever will and do shave is when I might get the urge to do so soely for myself, and my own personal wanting, not on account of what anyone else might think, and this might happen maybe once or twice during the summer when I tend to wear shorter skirts and shorts and such, be even then the urge usually does not last long before I deciede it is too much of a drag to bother with, and I really do not care.

And I certerainly see no point in shaving through the winter when I wear long pants and long sealves anyway, so on average I cave maybe 2 or 3 times a year.

8:01 AM - 3/19/2007 - comments {4} - post comment

Food Phobia

Well this is something that is not nesiciarly a big secret about me, but I still think is apporpiate for this catagory. I am given to having a few particuarly odd phobias, and I suppose it only makes sense that one such as myself would also have unusual phoboais, opposed to be givin to have one of the more common phobias that most people are given to.

So one of these such phobias, though it is a little hard to explain in a word, I will do my best to sum up, basicaly I have something of a phobia of getting stick food subtances on my hands and I do not like when others make a mess of food. I hate eating anything with my hands that might leave a mess and get all over my fingers, it just freaks me out, that is one of the reason why I never eat buffalo wings, I cannot stand getting the sauce all over me, and getting my hands all sticky with food, as well though I love cinammon rolls, I always get a little oggy about having to eat them becasue I know the frosting stuff will get all over my fingers, and whenever I do get any sticky food on my fingers I always have to go and wash my hands right away, and I cannot stand being around litte kids when they eat becasue they get food all over thier face and thier hands and it freaks me out. And whenever I am cleaning up after having cooked something I always have to use lots of paper towls though I hate being wasteful to act as a buffer between me and the food cause I cannot stand the thought of it getting on my hands.

6:25 PM - 3/15/2007 - comments {2} - post comment

Questioning Sexuality

I went through a period of time which I will refer to as my bisexual phaze, and I do not mean that in a desrepsecfull way to anyone, that is just what I am choosing to call it for lack of a better word, and I will try to explain just what I mean by it.

I do not know if I ever have been a true genuine bisexual, or if perhaps I am a degree of bisexual opposed to being full feledged bisexual, I do not know what to call it, because well bascialy I have never acutally pictured myself being with a woman in any sort of long term relationship, and the thought of such does not turly appeal to me, becasue that is just not who I am, I have always seen myself being in a comitted relationship with a man, and that is what I have always wanted, but there has always been this part of me that does fine women attractive on a physcial and perhaps sexual level, I have sort of been known to check out girls the same way I would guys, and I am drawn to female beauty and see women in terms of sexy and sex appeal. I can admire the female form in the very same way that I can admire the male form, but still as far as being envolved my choice has always leaned toward men and the thought to acutally go out with a woman, even when I was not comittled to another, never really occured to me. But there is something there, whatever it might be, and I am not certain I could say I am solidly hetrosexual.

7:05 PM - 3/14/2007 - comments {2} - post comment

La Cockroach

I have always been a big aninimal person, and I have always prided myself that I am comftrable arouncd all types of animals not just the traditionally cute and cuddly ones, I will handle a wide awry of different animals many of which are often genreally disliked by most people. I am not the kind of person to have any any sort of animal phobias, and I typicaly find the types of animals that most people recoil from most fascinating, I have a snake, I love rats, have a pet mouse, I always wanted a terantula, I love all spiders, I have had a praying mantis crawl up my shoulder once, I love bats, use to love to try and catch lizards, love frogs and todas, and so on.

But there is just something about the cockroach, they creep me out for some reason, though it is not even so much that I dislike them persae, I do not wish any ill upon them, and I would never hurt one or use any presticides against one, it is not just that well nobody likes cockroachs becasue well I like lots of things that most people do not like.

Bees do not phase me, I have picked ticks and fleas off my cats and dog before, and that never really bothered me, I have handled worms, and I am not bothred by slugs and snails and so forth.

But I cannot help but to recoil from cockroachs when I see them, and for me, it has nothing to do with the fact that I think they are ugly, or that I think they are just pests and vermon, for me it is something else, though I cannot quite explain what, but if I ever did have any sort of animal phobia that would be it. I have always had this wierd sort of thing like I imagine they are out to get me and do not like me for some reason, though I try to reach out to them and tell them I come in peace, and that I do not mean any harm,  for some reason it does not seem to work like it does with most other animals.  

11:30 AM - 3/12/2007 - comments {2} - post comment

Behind the Shower Curtain

11:15 AM - 3/9/2007 - comments {0} - post comment

Scare Fest

Well today's confessioanal in someways ties into and relates to yestrudays. I suppose I am sort of on a theme right now. Even though I am not the type of person to really get scared by horror movies, and that I love to watch horror films, and I am not the sort to be bothered by them, or to have nightmares and so forth by watching such films, for some reason I can never watch the previews for horror films at night.

I do not know why, but if I am watching TV and it is late at night, and a preview for a horror film begins, I always have to look away from the TV and do not like to watch, there is just something about watching the previews for horror films that bothers me more then if I were just sitting there and watching the actual movie.

9:53 AM - 3/8/2007 - comments {0} - post comment

Are you Afraid of the Dark?

Yes in my ever growing blog I have hadded yet another new segment, of which I have titled Confessionals, as I am sure that the title itself perhaps has drew some intrest and caught some attetnion, what the Confessionals are, is basicaly a place where I will share little secret things about myself, things that no one really knows, or only a very select few might know. I just thought it could be kind of fun. So here is my first confessional.

Though I do genreally love staying home alone, and having the house all to myself, I find the solitude peaceful and there is a certatin freedom in it for me I am sure that is not hard to imagine for an anti-socical like me, the truth is that well I do not always lile staying home alone at night. Though I hate to admit it, sometimes it does get to me, sometimes I hear strange sounds, or think I see things and sometimes it is hard for me to get to sleep at night when I am all alone.

When I am ready to go to bed sometimes after I turn out all the lights in the house, I will run down the hall into my room and then turn the light on while I get ready for bed, and acutally a funny story last night. As I am currently home alone, which is why I chose this as my first confessional, I was in the family room which is where the computer is, and really more like my office as I am the only one whoever uses this room, and I thought I heard a strange noise in the house, and so I grabbed this letter opener becasue it was the only thing in the room that I thought could be used as a weapon and began to walk through the house, turning on the lights of everyroom I passed, I would discover that the sound I heard were a few journals, that I have in this stack of journals in my room had fallen over.

Also when I am home alone, I like to sometimes let one of my cats Zeo in the house at night to keep me company untill I got to bed cause I cannot really keep him in the house all night becasue he is not house trained and likes to chew on things, but I keep him with me either untill he decided he wants to go back outside, or I am ready for bed, becasue it makes me feel better having another living thing with me, and Zeo has always been something like a famillair to me.

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