[i'm dead last, yet again]
You know, after all those horror stories I've read/movies I've seen, I'd never expected to see gooshy beings that don't...well...goosh. I suppose the air here is too dry even for that; I actually saw a few being blown away like they were twigs. Kind of sad, really - mostly because it's not cold enough to test whether they'd make for good firewood.
And really, what's up with the groaning? I thought their catchphrase was BRAAAAAAAAAAIIIIINS? I mean, I get that I smell like blood, but that's just lewd. The rolling eyes and drooling and gropey hands doesn't help either. Remind me not to go out without a bra on again.
In other news, my aim has gotten pretty good. In the great tradition of the Southwest, I've taken to pinging habañero peppers at their heads. It's kind of funny when it gets in their mouths and their heads explode, or in their eyes, because I didn't know it was possible for them to run around screaming like, well, chickens with their heads cut off. Guess you learn something new every day.
Is it bad that this is making me want to write inferi fic? >.> I think I'm pretty safe in here, after all - except for an errant moth or two, nobody's been able to break in here yet, and I live alone so it's not like I have to worry about roommates or pets or anything having to get out. So there isn't really anything else to do. I should probably be more afraid, but well, my survival instincts have always tended more toward the 'bring it on - I'll find a way out'. My parents should never have given me a car. XD Speaking of my parents, they never could have chosen a better week for their first isolated romantic getaway. My sister on the other hand...well, she's used to drunken fratboys, I'm sure she can beat off a zombie or ten.
I knew I should have started archery at the beginning of the summer. *sighs*
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And really, what's up with the groaning? I thought their catchphrase was BRAAAAAAAAAAIIIIINS? I mean, I get that I smell like blood, but that's just lewd. The rolling eyes and drooling and gropey hands doesn't help either. Remind me not to go out without a bra on again.
In other news, my aim has gotten pretty good. In the great tradition of the Southwest, I've taken to pinging habañero peppers at their heads. It's kind of funny when it gets in their mouths and their heads explode, or in their eyes, because I didn't know it was possible for them to run around screaming like, well, chickens with their heads cut off. Guess you learn something new every day.
Is it bad that this is making me want to write inferi fic? >.> I think I'm pretty safe in here, after all - except for an errant moth or two, nobody's been able to break in here yet, and I live alone so it's not like I have to worry about roommates or pets or anything having to get out. So there isn't really anything else to do. I should probably be more afraid, but well, my survival instincts have always tended more toward the 'bring it on - I'll find a way out'. My parents should never have given me a car. XD Speaking of my parents, they never could have chosen a better week for their first isolated romantic getaway. My sister on the other hand...well, she's used to drunken fratboys, I'm sure she can beat off a zombie or ten.
I knew I should have started archery at the beginning of the summer. *sighs*