There is something banging on the doors outside my room. The doors that lead to a mountain forest.
I… can hardly breathe I am so scared.
Why am I still sitting here
I should be running as far away as possible
or dead
or checking to make sure it isn’t a dying hiker or lost child or wounded dog
but if i checked i’d probably get killed
by a ghost hiker or a murderer or
oh god it won’t stop banging
i love you all, sweet jesus mother of god i am scared
Don’t re-live nightmares about demons and ghosts or talk about ghost stories and intuitions and premonitory dreams while listening to Dead Man’s Bones.
I can feel the fear rising in my chest with every other organ chord.
OH MY GOD.
I’ve been waiting almost a year for this to come out. It was one of the funnest days of my life. So awesome.
This song has been stuck in my head all morning. Last night I heard it as I slept. I dreamt about the Day of the Dead where I danced for centuries, surrounded by skulls and masks and swirling spirits who’d forgotten their names long ago.
I woke up feeling very different.
How is Dead Man’s Bones SO GOOD?!
Sup.
Bell Aliant has some of the worst e-mail hosting I have ever experienced in my entire life. I’ve just had to re-write a big e-mail 4 times because of bugs in the system.
You need to re-log in every half an hour. If you take longer than a half an hour to write an e-mail, then fuck you it’s all gone. You can’t copy and paste within the body of a message, so you can’t save anything you do write, and any font or size changes you make in the body end up ignored when it’s actually sent. The overall look and technical usage of the site is horrible. The contact list is impossible to manage. I feel like punching my computer.
Basically, I can’t say enough negative things about it. And it’s the one our workplace uses. It’s driving me bonkers. It’s making me appreciate gmail so much more. I feel like I’ve been pampered and privileged over the last ten years to have had gmail as a primary e-mail account. I miss it. I feel like a friend has died.
I need a cupcake.
YUP.
