"As long as you don't harm my guys, you are welcome here. But if you do do anything to hurt them, I will make you leave."
Love it.
The best part of all the ghost stories, IMHO, was Zenkitty's friend pouring the ghost a cup of coffee and then returning to her book.
Right? I aspire to such aplomb -- well, in general, but especially if I ever have a ghost story to tell.
Reassuring, I guess, but it was still the last night I spent on the moor.
Understandable. That's creeeeeepy. But I guess the sorrowful moaning worked out better for you in the end... hoots, hollers, and the sound of high-fives would have been much worse.
We had ghost stories about the dorms on campus when I was in college. Supposedly, there was one room and several girls who'd lived in it had killed themselves.
One dorm - build in the 1890s - had this kind of maze of rooms in the basement level, including one with a table that was set for a meal - all covered in dust.
One night one of the boys - drunk - brought a bunch of his friends in and they toured the basement. Noisy and annoying, but no harm done. At the end they kind of tumbled out of a side door; drunk, noisy, but nothing happened.
I just brought 44lbs of paper to the UPS store to be shredded.
My apartment is now about 12% decluttered.
"For God's say Della, he's not a virgin, they have no use for him!
Good a reason as any to get on with the sexy.
Enjoying the ghost stories. I have often felt that there was someone around, but they have never made themselves known. Or I didn't pick up the cues.
That's an impressive amount of paper.
Well done, Tom! I've been shredding a bit at a time at the office. We used to be able to take boxes of stuff unshredded to the recycle center and watch it be obliterated, but they stopped the program.
I got a 30% discount for having more than 30lbs of stuff! I actually saved money by hoarding all that shit for years and years!
Go, Tom!
I mailed a bunch of purses to Nora to be decorated for Nyx.
My apartment is about .02% decluttered.
I need to do that. I've got boxes in my bedroom closet that haven't been unpacked since I moved into my condo in 2003.
