People are making it hard for me to honor my goal to be more positive and not complain. I'm not going to stop, but I have this annoyed feeling in my stomach.
I'm not really having that much fun with St. Vier anymore. I don't like Zyke. But it's not important.
I'm watching the Haunting in Connecticut. It's interesting. Just started, but there was a man cutting words into every inch of some body. The hilarious thing was that the body was still oozing/gushing blood, I presume for effect. Silly. The man also cut off the man's eyelids. Something particularly disturbing about watching anything happen to someone's eyes: Aya and I used to have these...affectionate tortures for each other. For some reason. Hers for me was to have me stay exactly still while she pushed a needle through my eye. I wouldn't go blind unless I moved...
Mine was to cut her legs off and make a cane out of her femurs. Heh. Twisted, I don't remember why it was supposed to be romantic. We always laughed.
So shoot me
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