One Fine Day

Or in other words, Sandra Lee may cry:

Ingredients:

- A completely random invitation from a girlfriend of yours, three hours before a party.

- BFF anniversary with Microwave Jellyfish and a random invitation to ThyGeeEph.

- A bottle of cheap ass champagne, a couple of beers, a small Jägermeister, some coke mixed with wine, free energy drink with a random short drink, and who knows what else.

- Masquerade party at your local pub, with a leprechaun, mother Gaia, the Joker, Jesus Christ, the freakin' devil, a burnt out cop, Vito Corleone with his body guards and brothers, a thai whore who's a man by the way, a mouse, a fairy and a ton of other characters.

- The Room movie, a guitar, some chatroulette fun, jonlajoie, dubstep, The Doors movie, popcorn, Slender Man.


Be sure to have your friend mix the coke with wine with a makeshift cone made out of a bottle. Spilling it all over the place is mandatory. Also, he has to be half naked while doing it and listening to dubstep is a must. Walking through the whole damn city is also required.

All in your head

Picture this if you will...

Walkin' down Millport street, hands tucked in my leather jacket for protection, although it still didn't worth a shit 'cause my fingers were still frozen to crispy popsicles if this makes any sense. Milk like fog covers my vision, I was thinking about going to surgically get infra red sight to see through this thick shit, because damn me if I could make out anything other than vague shapes at best... at least the sky was crystal clear, stars everywhere, beautiful. Pretending to be a badass as per usual, I give trees and bushes angry looks, you know as if they would care even if they were sentient. I wouldn't be the ambassador for plants that's for sure. So while trying to forget the bone chilling cold I'm trying to distract myself by imagining shapes in my cold breath I exhale and also trying to speculate on my options for the night. In my vision enters a figure standing right at the centre of the street, all motionless, standing still and seemingly staring at me and I'm like "what the hell is that", then I suddenly realize. It's the effing Slender Man and I'm knee deep in shit, oh my god I'm going to die.
Stopping dead in my track as if the concrete I was walking on turned into super-glue, my thoughts from the rest of the night orientated to the rest of my life which I reckon I thought to be a pretty short amount of time in this situation. Never feeling the fear of death it was naturally terrifying but at the same time enthralling and stimulating in a perverse kind of way I guess, like I was truly alive for the first time in my life... even though I was obviously fucked now. The figure still staring at me with it's seemingly faceless... well, face I thought what the hell might as well go and find out 'cause running away obviously won't do me any good now, according to the legends that is. Giving it the same angry look I gave the flora a few minutes ago I began to advance in it's general direction even though I seriously started to contemplate on the justifications I'd give myself after I piss my pants. To cut to the chase and make a long story short, it turned out to be an old lady waiting for her taxi, I just have the most awkward paranoias and I tend to scare myself to death with my fucked up thoughts, also my vision is like shit in foggy weather.

Or so I thought until I seen a tall inhuman like shadow pass by my window in the middle of the night, apparently lacking an owner or object it could've cast it. Right before I wanted to go to sleep.

... god damn, shit the bed.