I apologise in advance for this entry. I watched Saw last night in the vicinity of my sisters living room and I suppose I deserved the aftermath of the movie as I should have just paid for a cinema ticket instead of watching a pirate. That film really creeped me out and I'm not exactly sure why. I could blame the alcohol I could even blame the weed but I think it was my mind personally that did it.
I got a taxi home (It takes like five minutes from my sisters
) And all through the taxi journey I was convinced that the driver was some kind of insane killer. He had this dog on the dashboard only an English person would know what I'm talking about, but the one from the churchill car insurance advert when the car moves it nods it's head? Anyway that dog seemed to be staring at me with it's posessed beady eyes for every second of that cab ride.
When I got home I was sure that somebody else besides my family were in my house and so I got straight into my bed and pulled the covers over me like it was some kind of monster repellent shield. Like somebody couldn't see you hiding under your duvet 'What's that big moving lump? Must be nothing'
And I was fine until I started to think about the killer maybe hiding under my bed and maybe he'd have a knife and while I was sleeping blissfully unaware he'd just plunge it through my matress. So then I tried to take my mind off of it by thinking about Angelina Jolie maybe even naked Angelina Jolie. But then I thought maybe he wouldn't be hiding underneath my bed at all maybe he was in my wardrobe and that was his eye I could see peaking through the crack.
Anyway I've come to the conclusion that I am either losing my mind or mixing my drinks too much because I ended up sleeping next to my little sister. I feel ashamed, I used to be able to watch anything and not get frightened *sighs* I blame it on old age, all eighteen years of it.
I got a taxi home (It takes like five minutes from my sisters
) And all through the taxi journey I was convinced that the driver was some kind of insane killer. He had this dog on the dashboard only an English person would know what I'm talking about, but the one from the churchill car insurance advert when the car moves it nods it's head? Anyway that dog seemed to be staring at me with it's posessed beady eyes for every second of that cab ride.
When I got home I was sure that somebody else besides my family were in my house and so I got straight into my bed and pulled the covers over me like it was some kind of monster repellent shield. Like somebody couldn't see you hiding under your duvet 'What's that big moving lump? Must be nothing'
And I was fine until I started to think about the killer maybe hiding under my bed and maybe he'd have a knife and while I was sleeping blissfully unaware he'd just plunge it through my matress. So then I tried to take my mind off of it by thinking about Angelina Jolie maybe even naked Angelina Jolie. But then I thought maybe he wouldn't be hiding underneath my bed at all maybe he was in my wardrobe and that was his eye I could see peaking through the crack.
Anyway I've come to the conclusion that I am either losing my mind or mixing my drinks too much because I ended up sleeping next to my little sister. I feel ashamed, I used to be able to watch anything and not get frightened *sighs* I blame it on old age, all eighteen years of it.
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Ok.. I dont exactly mean that you said.. My problem is worst..
My mind is weaked... or very strong..:/
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But as I can see.. you are not in a better situation than me....