I am convinced that there is a ghost in my house that does not want me to be here. today after a fun filled night/ day with susan... she was ready to head back to New Brunswick.. we said our goodbyes, I walked her to the car... and the door locked by itself!!! I never locked it. Susan never locked it! But it wasn't opening AT ALL! I had left everything inside and so I was like 'well fuck'...
Susan, being the super hero that she is, climbed through our kitchen window 10-12 feet above the ground and opened the door from the inside. Weird part is, she said that it wasn't locked and it opened fine. When I was outside there was NO WAY that shit was open.
I'm convinced! There's ghosts living here that don't want me around.
I say, eff you ghosts! Susans got my back!
Susan, being the super hero that she is, climbed through our kitchen window 10-12 feet above the ground and opened the door from the inside. Weird part is, she said that it wasn't locked and it opened fine. When I was outside there was NO WAY that shit was open.
I'm convinced! There's ghosts living here that don't want me around.
I say, eff you ghosts! Susans got my back!
you show those ghosts, gangsta!