Special Delivery.

Hey guys, It's me again. I haven't posted in a few days because, well, nothing happened till today. I went back into work for the first time today. Didn't get much work done though. I walked in, and immediately, I knew something was off. Normally when I walk into the shop, I'm greeted by either a snide comment from my buddy Jake, or a berating from my boss. Today, neither were forthcoming. Jake wasn't even there, and my boss... well, my boss looked like hell. He looked like Alex that day I woke him up about the furniture: Unshaven, Wild-eyed, and twitchy. The dude looked like he was coming of a week-long coke binge, which is saying something for a guy who normally combs his eyebrows (Trust me, I've seen it.) He was so bad off, he barely even acknowledged me when I asked what was wrong. It was only when I asked about the things that I'd gotten in the mail that he seemed to come to life. His eyes bugged out, and he started freaking the fuck out, screaming at me to take it, and get out of his store, before he fired me. It was weird, like he didn't even recognize me... he was just screaming about not letting me bring "him" back here. Finally, I just gave up, went back to the back where the package was just sitting on a shelf, grabbed it, and ditched.

That was twenty minutes ago. I'm in my room right now typing this. The package is sitting next to me on my bed. I haven't opened it yet. Honestly, after the way Dale (My boss) Freaked out, I'm kinda nervous about it. I have noticed two odd things about it though: One, it looks like it was once wet. Like, soaked through. It's all wrinkly and swollen like something that was rinsed and dried off. Also, and this one's really weird, it smells like fire. Like there's something in there that was burned. I have no idea what to make of it. I'll probably open it sometime this week. Till then... I have no idea.

Saying goodbye

Hey gang, it's me again. I went to see the grave today. That nasty bout of whatever it was is gone, though I still feel a tad wobbly. But that's not the point. The point was, I finally mader it down to say goodbye to my ex-GF. Alex was with me. It was hard for both of us.
Perhaps I should explain a bit... Sheila and Alex had been known each other since before Time. Their parents had gone to school together, and they lived right next door to each other. They'd been best friends from birth. They even went out for a few months in High School, although Alex has assured me quite often that they broke it off, since apparently they found it a tad odd. Then, when I moved up here from Texas 2 years ago, and I found Alex through an ad on Craigslist, I met Sheila. Needless to say, we hit it off. About two weeks after we first met, she and I started seeing each other.

The months I had with her were some of the best of my life. I'd never been so happy. So, naturally, it was doomed to fail. She broke up with me in December, and I hadn't heard from her till that fateful day a few weeks ago.

It's just... really sad I guess. She was so full of life. I know that that's something everybody says when a loved one dies, but she really was. She never seemed upset, she always had a smile on her face. She was so adventurous, which absolutely baffled my parents, seeing as I perferred to stay home and sleep. It's just hard to believe she's really gone...

 Anyway, We went to the grave. It was a nice spot, I guess. On top of a hill, overlooking the rest of the cemetary. Right under this big oak tree that looks about 6 million years old. The grave stone was simple. Just a plaque reading Here lies Sheila Ruth Daniels, Sister, Daughter, Friend. 1991-2011.

I cried. Yeah, I know, you were waiting to hear it. I cried there, standing over the the remains of the woman I had once loved. I sobbed like a baby. Alex cried too, although I think for him, it held more meaning then me. Sometimes, I think he loved her more than I ever could have. He certainly was shaken up. As we were walking back to the car, he started screaming at this party of mourners a few yards away, saying "Why, why did you take her? She never did anything? Why?" I had to get him out of there in a hurry, before someone called the cops. He's been acting really weird since she died. Not sleeping, barely eating, constantly looking out the window, like he expects someone to be down on the street watching him. I feel bad for the guy. Most days, he just sits in his room and never comes out. He even had a door with a lock installed. One of those big expensive heavy duty locks. I think I might have to take him to a shrink. I'm pretty sure this isn't part of the grieving process...

Here there be lulz

I know I said I wasn't gonna post till I felt better, but I found this, and it made me lol. THese guys have the right idea





Still sick, though now I know for sure that I have people aware of my existance:D I love cheap self-validation.

Feeling better.

For those of you who read my last post (Which I now know at least one did, whattsup Lucien?) I missed Sheila's funeral. I know, I know, it's basically all I've been talking about the past week, but shit came up. Namely, everything in my stomach. That's right I got so fucking sick. I was puking up stuff I don't even remember eating, my head felt like the bass to Deadmau5 song, and my nose kept spouting blood at random times. SO, despite my protests, Alex tucked me in bed, doped me up on Benadryl and Tylenol, and left for the cemetary. Meanwhile, I stayed home and tried not to die, which was much harder than it sounds. I mostly spent the day sleeping. Speaking of which, never sleep shen you're on  that many drugs. You get some really freakyass dreams. Like, for instance, I kept having one where I'm being pulled underwater by my legs, and I keep trying to scream, but I can't. Next thing I know I'm waking up, and my nose is bleeding. Just wierd shit. I'm still not feeling much better, but I'm well enough to type something up here, to prove to the world that I haven;t died. Yet.

In other news, I got a call from work today. It was my boss, da Fuhrer. He was getting on to me about having shit delivered to work. Said that if I wanted my pornos, then I could get em at my place like everyone else, instead of at work where everyone can see them. I honestly have no idea what he's talking about, and I really didn't get much of a chance to ask. So I've got something to look forward to when I get back. When that is who knows.

I've decided something as well. The minute I'm back on my feet, I'm going with Alex down to see Sheila's grave. The three of us go way back, and even though things ended the way they did, We still had a lot between us. It just wouldn't be right not to say goodbye for the last time. I guess then I could finally get on to that whole "redemption" thing I made this blog for.

Oh hey, gotta go, Alex just made me some soup, so I'm gonna go see if this one stays down better then the las 5. I'll try and post something after I'm feeling better. Night guys.

So... sick

I'm gonna keep this short, cause I can feel another barf coming on. I missed the funeral, I'm sick as dog, life sucks. Good day to you.

Slender Man.

I know I already posted today, but I'm just having the time of my life right now. So I was talking with my friend Jake about today. When I mentioned that incident with the furniture and my TV (Which still hasn't worked, may Vizio burn in hell) and the wierd suit guy, he starts going off about this Internet craze called Slender Man. I, being basically un-initiated into the Web aside from this blog, naturally started pulling up shit on this guy. As wierd as it sounds, I actually kinda enjoy it. I started Reading the blog Scared, Dreams in Darkness and Icthyological. But I gotta say, I really love the youtube stuff. EverymanHYBRID is genius, even though the whole Rake tangent is a tad annoying. However, I really gotta kick out of reading all the people who think it's real. I mean, really? A guy in a suit steals children? Sounds like a plot to one of Stephen King's worser novels. Anyway, I just felt like sharing my pop culture savvy with you, and reminding you not to let memes get too crazy, night guys,

Long Day...

Hey Guys, know it's been a few days since I checked in, but, well, this is the first bit of down time I've had today. I'm just... I'm just a bit stressed.

My restful Saturday started off with a phone call... at 3 in the morning. On my house phone. Now, I get maybe 3 calls on that thing a month. I've gotten that many in the past week. I soon as I picked up the phone I knew I should have just let it go. On the other end was some maniac rambling about how I wasn't safe, about how he was gonna get me. All the while the connection is fading in and out, till finally, it just descends into static. Neat. I hung up after that, rolled out of bed, took a shower, and headed into the living room.

Now, in a normal person's life, I'd have a cup of coffee, maybe flip on the TV to catch some Saturday morning cartoons (Don't Laugh) and just enjoy my day off. But no, my life isn't normal. I came in to see that all my furniture had been rearranged. And not in the normal, "Oh, that lamp is off kilter, the table's to the left" kinda rearrange. We're talking "lamp is on the floor, table is in the bathroom" Everything was out of place. I'm not a neat person by nature, but this was ridiculous. The TV had been turned to face the hallway leading to the bedrooms (And apparently turned to some channel that showed nothing but silent static) the armchair was on it's back on the opposite side of the room, and the couch was facing towards the window looking out on the street two stories below.

Naturally, I flipped. I normally enjoy Alex's pranks, but this was where I drew the line. I stalked back down the hall and rapped on his door. He opened it, and, God, he looked like hell. Eyes bloodshot, hair a mess, he gave off a vibe that said hangover. He'd been having trouble sleeping the past week, since Sheila died, but I'd just attributed that to stress and grief. Besides, he still acted the same. I'd never seen him like this. I started asking him about the interior decorating, when he pipes up says "Oh, yeah, sorry about the couch, that was me" As to why he did that, he didn't let on, even though I've asked him several times since then. In fact, he kinda seems to shut down when I bring it up....

Anyway, I started asking him about the rest of the furniture. That's when he really started to get freaky. He got really pale, and kinda whispered something I couldn't catch. I walked back to the living room with him behind me, and gestured around. This was when he lost it. He starts walking around the room. just staring, whispering, "Oh, God, He got in, He was in here" Exactly who "he" is, I don't know. He didn't seem to hear that question either. So, I ignored him, and started moving everything back in place.

I spent the rest of the day eithor out shopping for a tux for Sheila's funeral, and trying to fix my TV, because no matter what I do, all it does is play the Salt n' Pepper Show on mute. It won't even give me a channel number or something... stupid technology. Anyway, yeah, I've got the funeral tomorrow. Why Sheila felt the need to end it all about a week before my 21st birthday, I don't know, but I'll welcome the oppurtunity to drink my sorrows away... wow that sounded selfish. Anyway I guess I should be off.

Oh, wait, one more thing: As I was moving the couch away from the window, I snuck a glance out the window, and saw the strangest thing. There was this guy, two stories below, standing on the sidewalk across from my building. Just standing there. He wasn't a homeless person or anything. IN fact, he looke like a buisness man, dressed in a really nice looking suit. When I glanced back for a double take though, he was gone, just, poof, into thin air. I just kinda forgot about him till now. More strangeness...