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only a matter of time till they start improv night
Check it: Stalkerbook just told me that there is a videographer who worked on La Blogothèque aaaaand is now the videographer for the White House.
Seriously - what other Administration would do that? Maybe I’m giving them too much credit here, but still. I’m pleased.
So, once Tessa Stone said that her favorite Hinabn character was the moth flying in Hanna’s apartment, which is understandable, but come on.
Do you see this sexy motherfucker? This is a cockroach from Chapter 3, Page 7: The Worth Tax.
DO YOU SEE THAT MOTHERFUCKER?
HE’S PROBABLY THE MOST BADASS MOTHERFUCKER IN THE COMIC.
HE’S THE ONE THAT KILLED GALLAHAD.
HE’S VESER’S FUCKING FATHER.
THIS MOTHERFUCKER COULD FUCK UP PLES TIBENOCH.
Toby is in the A-team to help the girls:
“I think you’re the one who needs protection” (Toby to Spencer)
”I’m exactly where I need to be” (Toby)
”Toby and Caleb are going to go above and beyond to help the girls find out who ‘A’ is” (Troian)
“Toby and Caleb get more involved in helping the Girls find out about -A” (Tyler)
I will always have faith in Toby. No matter what.
So for the people who think that Toby has been a part of the A-team since the beginning:
What does this mean?
So if you have been following me a long time, you know that I believe my apartment to be haunted. I have seen shadows, heard laughing, had devices turned on and off and have even seen the face of a little girl.
For the last few months, I have had nothing. No weird feelings. No cold spots. NADA.
Until last night.
Last night, at around 1am, I was awakened (awoke, awaked, WTF ever) by what I thought was the sound of my daughter calling my name. I sat up and saw what looked like my 9 year old sitting straight up in her bed. I called her name but didn’t get an answer.
I heard some rustling to my left in my living room and when I turned my head I saw what I THOUGHT was my 4 year old sitting on the living room floor.
I called to her, no answer.
I stood up and walked toward “not Bella” and when I got closer I could clearly see it wasn’t my baby. It was a blonde child, whose eyes locked with mine and didn’t blink.
I think I might have peed myself, because everything after that kind of blurred. I went back to my bedroom, checked the baby, walked to the girls room, and made sure they were okay and peeked my head back around to see if what I thought I saw was still there, was there.
It was. Only I couldn’t see it. I just felt it. Does that make sense?
A few minutes later I walked to the bathroom and as soon as I stepped inside and touched the light switch, I heard the sounds of running footsteps coming right for me…I flipped the light on (after I emptied the remaining contents of my bladder) and the noise stopped.
I can’t even blame this on ice cream because I didn’t have any last night.
Am I officially crazy?
Am I one step away from adopting strays, getting a divining rod and holding seances so I can talk to Elvis?
Why am I the only one that can see this?