every time i drive into one of these drive-through car washes, i imagine that i unwittingly drove into an evil car wash that's been posessed by demons or the blackened soul of a dead murderer or something, and that the machinery is gonna bust out all my windows, reach inside, and beat the crap out of me, mangling me until i'm just a little heap of bloody mess in the drivers seat.when time's up, the machinery would pull the car into the dryer area, and then gently nudge it back out into daylight. that's when the screaming would start, because the dude who's there to wipe off the excess water from the windows would see the gruesome present the demonic car wash just made for him.
does this make me wierd?
and do you think the same jacked up stuff with everyday activities?
20 points if you tell the class, and i don't care if you make something up just so i don't feel like a dorky red-haired stephen king wannabe! in fact, make up as many stories as you want and i'll give you 20 points each!
also, i feel compelled to apologize for not quite finishing the new haiku contest graphic... i did start it, but things have been muy busy. mel won with her "haiku hoedown" suggestion, and points have been awarded. congrats! graphic to follow!
posted by Steph Calvert @ 6:52 AM
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when driving or riding in a car and i have my arm hang out the window, i can't help but think one day someone crazy with a machete will happen to drive by and hack off my arm. so that's when i pull my arm back in.
Whenever I walk across a freeway overpass, near the edge of a cliff, near the edge of the barrier of the second-floor of any building, or across any bridge, I *always* think about falling over the edge to my death. Not because I want to die; I just realize that I could do it if I wanted to--and I wonder what it would be like.
And that's true.
i seriously do not like taking off or landing in planes... the act of flying and travelling and all that, love it. but when it comes time to take off or land i kinda freak out. p.s. i sit at the window if i can with the morbid thought that if the plane were to go down, i've never seen something like that before so i better be a window...
when i'm driving over a bridge i always think about the possibilty of losing control and what i would do if my car went over the edge. would i be able to jump out before it hit the water? would i be able to get out once i hit the water. because people in movies never get out
i always picture elevators breaking with me stuck inside for hours, days even, when i get in them and they make the tiniest wierd noises.
I've never been thru one of those drive-thru carwashes, and am unlikely to ever, after reading this! I don't like any of my appendages to hang over the sides of the bed when I sleep. They just feel so vulnerable out there, and make it so easy for whatever under the bed to grab them!
Way to go honey!!!! You are the smart. Great job on your Haiku Hoedown!
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