death by shower
So this recurring theme of seeing things that may or may not really be there is really freaking me out.
First, there was the Virgin Mary in the house fire. Then, there was the Jesus bloodstain on the band-aid. Then, of course, there was me in the Med/Surg book. Which of course was so cool.
Then recently, there was the Virgin Mary AGAIN, but this time in a pizza pan. On Ash Wednesday, no less.
There is this weird shower curtain in my bathroom, and in the midst of the sponge painted blobs (done not by me), eerily, is the grim reaper.
Fucking awesome. But if I get slashed in my shower a la Janet Leigh in Psycho, we know who the culprit is.
First, there was the Virgin Mary in the house fire. Then, there was the Jesus bloodstain on the band-aid. Then, of course, there was me in the Med/Surg book. Which of course was so cool.
Then recently, there was the Virgin Mary AGAIN, but this time in a pizza pan. On Ash Wednesday, no less.
There is this weird shower curtain in my bathroom, and in the midst of the sponge painted blobs (done not by me), eerily, is the grim reaper.Fucking awesome. But if I get slashed in my shower a la Janet Leigh in Psycho, we know who the culprit is.
posted by jill at 12:42
2 Comments:
I Have a print of a water color painting in my bedroom that a friend of my parents did. It is of a moonlit ocean scene in Hawaii. I used to wake up in the mornings and stare at it before getting up, and one day i noticed the profileof a beautiful woman's face in the clouds.
After the Ex left me, I triedd to look for the face, but it had gone. I can't really see it anymore.
come on. life is not that grim (ha ha, no pun intended). we need to go smoke an apple...then i'm sure you'd be able to see it again, including other things.
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