Sometimes things happen in real life that I cannot blog about for whatever reason. This is one of those times. Usually, when something has happened and I cannot blog about it, I try to just write about something else, and it's always one of those terrible phony-ass <crickets> posts:
June: Blahhhh de blooo bloo blooo! Bloo de bleee! ...heh!
So I will not do that today, and instead say I feel sad and scared and terrible and insecure, although I know in my heart of hearts, my heart-of-skipping-a-beat hearts, that this too shall pass and I will not be this miserable soon.
Did I tell you that? That the other day my doctor said my heart was skipping beats? I had to reel from the fact that I still HAVE a heart and it's not some dried withered stomped-on Grinch-heart thing. Anyway he said it was from coffee but I say it's cause I was being felt up by a 71-year-old doctor. Oooo!
I do have SOME good news, though, even though in general I feel as though I am walking under a dark dark cloud of doom of darkness in the dark.
Yes, my hair IS straight. In my fit of feeling rotten yesterday I went out and got a blowout. Some people throw things when they feel bad, some beat their wives. I beat Edsel and headed to the beauty salon, which as usual I have pronounced "salouuuu" in my head like the guy in the Tres Semme commercial.
Ooo la la.
What a horrific tag line. "Ooo la la." Oh, shut up.
Anyway, the good news is I got the money from effing Poland, FINALLY, seven months later, and that is helpful, plus I got paid for some freelance work, which is good because I have done freelance work every night in April. So it's good to get the, you know, rewards.
Anyway. The other good news is, remember a few months ago when I went to my friend TinaDoris' house to sage it because she has a ghost? In case you just got here, my friend TinaDoris is, like, 12 and she and her husband bought a fabulous old house with secret rooms and window seats and they piss me off because how are 12-year-olds having this stuff? The part where they scrimped and did this thing called "save your money" and could someone Google that? is beside the point.
However, with the excellent old house with crystal doorknobs came a ghost. So TDoris and I went to the hippie store and got sage and set it on fire and waved the smoke all over her house while her husband rolled his eyes at us.
The GOOD news is, TD and I had lunch yesterday and I asked if she'd had any ghost run-ins since then. "Didn't I TELL you this?" she asked. Apparently the night we did the sage, after I left, she was at the sink and saw out of the corner of her eye a tall man walk through the kitchen. She felt him brush past her and he went out the back door.
She assumed it was her money-saving husband, natch.
But her husband was upstairs in the shower.
Here's TinaDoris on her way into our lunch yesterday. Where we ordered the same thing. And where with her youthful metabolism, it has flown off to wherever her ghost went and on me that same lunch has lingered around my hiptual area, where it will linger like a drunk guest on Thanksgiving.
Anyway after that she has had no hauntings. Now, however, she is on vaca and guess who has to go to her empty house today and has just scared the crap out herself?
Is it June, over here? Sad scared June, over here?
June, dark and out.