weird shit
11:00 a.m.
haven't felt much like writing....usually the verbal diarrhea flows unabated...(is that the right word? it looks funny.) but i feel ready to stink up the room...
ok, going to the store, back in a bit. feeling lazy. finishing 2 days off where i did absolutely nuttin, honey. work at 4:30 today and tomorrow, so it feels like a whole week off in a way, but somehow 5 hours seems longer than 8 hours....well, only one break and no lunch...i guess that's why. ok, REALLY leaving now...i need me some tobaccky bad!
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12:30 p.m.
ok, here's a strange story...
i should say first that sometimes weird things just happen. sometimes they can be explained, sometimes they can't. for instance: a few months ago i wrote about how there was this noise that came from the big bookcase behind me here in this room...kind of a bang, and the windchimes that are on top of the bookcase were moving slightly. i thought maybe the cat was under the house or something. i was a little spooked, but i soon forgot about it. well, a week or two ago i noticed that one of the lower shelves was tilting...i took a closer look and i found that one of the four little dowels that hold it up had broken off. so THAT was the noise i had heard...mystery solved!
i should also say that i'm not sure what i think about all this paranormal stuff...very strange stuff has happened to me in my life...not a lot, but things i couldn't explain. and people like john edward...well, he's very good at what he does, but i still feel it's a con...i've studied the whole concept of the "cold reading", and i think that's what he's doing.
and the story i'm about to tell you is weird, but i'm sure there's a logical explaination for it. (i'm just never gonna know what it is!)
about a week ago, i bought some tuna and some pasta at work on sale. it's been in the back of the truck in the canopy since then, and yesterday i figured it was about time to haul it into the house. it was in three plastic shopping bags...so i went out and got it, and when i brought it in i noticed something on the bags. ok, now, this sounds really kookoo here...but it looked like a fine spray of drops of blood was on a couple of the bags! almost like someone had sneezed on them, someone with a slightly bloody nose. at first i thought it was ink that had run from the printing on the bags, as it's been raining and the canopy leaks a bit. i wiped some of the drops off with a paper towel, and yes, it sure looked like blood, it was too dark to be the red ink from the bags...
now, i don't remember if i had just sneezed or not! my nose wasn't bleeding. the cat sneezes a lot, but he wouldn't have been in the back of the truck, and besides, the canopy was locked...i think. no, i'm sure i had to unlock it.
ok, see here's where i get to wondering. something like a sneeze, well, how often do we pay attention to sneezing? maybe the cat sneezed when i had set the bags on the floor? was i just not paying attention? at that point, i thought i could taste blood in my throat, but that could have just been the power if suggestion. i blew my nose to see if there was any blood...no. but on one bag, down near the bottom there was like a little speck of mucous...could it have happened at work? i think i may have left the bags at the registers while i went to get my keys...again, i'm just not sure. perhaps some uncouth person sneezed on my unattended bags? but would the blood drops and mucous remain wet all that time in the back of the truck? considering the weather recently, i'd say...maybe.
but actually, i think it's just that either the cat or i sneezed and i just thought nothing about it. but i'll never know for sure, and that's the creepy part.
hope i didn't ruin your dinner...
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speaking of weird shit...
here's a little tale of one of the strangest things that ever happened to me:
many, many, MANY years ago i was staying at the motel 6 in oakland...i was going to some concert...i woke up in the middle of the night in great pain...ummm, how to say this delicately? i cant...it felt like there was a big dick lodged inside my ass. there was no thrusting, the bed wasn't floating in mid-air or anything...but i was definitely GETTING FUCKED. i was paralyzed for a while, and the feeling slowly went away as i woke up.
i know about the concepts of the incubus and succubus, but i couldn't find any information on "gay incubus" online except for an awful-looking site of "gay horror stories", and several messageboard postings debating the sexuality of jose from the band incubus....here's what i DID find:
"In medieval European folklore, the incubus is a male demon (or evil spirit) who visits women in their sleep to lie with them in ghostly sexual intercourse. The woman who falls victim to an incubus will not awaken, although may experience it in a dream. Should she get pregnant the child will grow inside her as any normal child, except that it will possess supernatural capabilities. Usually the child grows into a person of evil intent or a powerful wizard. Legend has it that the magician Merlin was the result of the union of an incubus and a nun. A succubus is the female variety, and she concentrates herself on men. According to one legend, the incubus and the succubus were fallen angels.
The word incubus is Latin for "nightmare".
so, maybe i was visited by a butch succubus with a strap-on?
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3:50 p.m.
ok, enough weirdness for one day, i'm off to work...talk about WEIRD! later...
...love, michael