sixtyandaquarter
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Wide open spaces.
Seriously put me in a barren field and I'll go rabid.
Shit, if the rooms big and empty I'll get nervous so shows what that's worth. Cluttered places are fine, like a large park, with scatterings of trees or people that's mostly fine.
The quiet.
People sometimes mistake me for being afraid of the dark. I leave my TV on. They can't hear it so they assume I've got it muted and am using it as a night light, but it's just merely turned down almost all the way.
If you've ever left the TV on at night you might notice that after a while it seems "too loud". Or if you had it turned down and you can't hear it, after a bit you'll start hearing it. I have it turned down just enough so I'll hear it, but not loud enough to distract me and get me to watch old Honeymooner reruns - though I'd do that anyway.
Feeah Numbah Twee: Bees.
Fuck. Bees. FUCK!!!
People I know, we'll be walking down the street. Going some where obviously. And they'll slyly start putting space between us, because they know what they plan to do and the resulting reaction. And then they'll be like "Oh, shit a bee almost flew into you." and I'll flip out.
You know the stereotypical house wife sweeping the floor, when she sees a mouse - boom, up on the chair? Yeah, that's me. With bees. Only I'm like up on the chair only so I can leap out the window cleanly without having to leap over the radiator.
I've been stung too many times as a kid...
Seriously put me in a barren field and I'll go rabid.
Shit, if the rooms big and empty I'll get nervous so shows what that's worth. Cluttered places are fine, like a large park, with scatterings of trees or people that's mostly fine.
The quiet.
People sometimes mistake me for being afraid of the dark. I leave my TV on. They can't hear it so they assume I've got it muted and am using it as a night light, but it's just merely turned down almost all the way.
If you've ever left the TV on at night you might notice that after a while it seems "too loud". Or if you had it turned down and you can't hear it, after a bit you'll start hearing it. I have it turned down just enough so I'll hear it, but not loud enough to distract me and get me to watch old Honeymooner reruns - though I'd do that anyway.
Feeah Numbah Twee: Bees.
Fuck. Bees. FUCK!!!
People I know, we'll be walking down the street. Going some where obviously. And they'll slyly start putting space between us, because they know what they plan to do and the resulting reaction. And then they'll be like "Oh, shit a bee almost flew into you." and I'll flip out.
You know the stereotypical house wife sweeping the floor, when she sees a mouse - boom, up on the chair? Yeah, that's me. With bees. Only I'm like up on the chair only so I can leap out the window cleanly without having to leap over the radiator.
I've been stung too many times as a kid...
You'd love my attic. I got bit by a centipede up there. I even tried to get a little fight to the death gladiator like styling in a bucket when I put silverfish and house centipede in there - but most refused to fight to the deathSeafoam":xu8nzcck said:
