this morning i woke up...

and i had a new follower on my blog. PROPS (to me).

then i went to make my bed and a fire truck passed my window. i have this tradition of crossing myself whenever an ambulance/fire truck passes me. this tradition is turning into a superstition. today i actually had an out loud conversation with myself that went like this:

'you dont have to cross yourself everyyyy time'

'but god sees it. god sseeeeeeees it.'

[hasty crossing]

can you hear it? can you appreciate that they were on different lines of text, as if there actually were two people in the room? i cannot appreciate that without shuttering.

it reminded me of myself as a child post-puppet master viewing.






GOD ALMIGHTY IN HEAVEN.

from there on out, every time i ever made my bed i would make sure that all my stuffed animals were in super comfortable positions, were each in a democratically equal position in the group, and that none of them had to be underneath each other for fear of crushing.

i was an incredibly nervous child.



also, it's really intense to think about that i watched this movie as a baby basically. and it's so overwhelmingly frightening to think about the mind that created these movies.

also:



anyone?