Sabrina the Teenage Witch has so much classic 90’s tackiness, it’s awesome.
So for the past month I’ve been spending a LOT of time at my sister Aubrey’s house. I sleep over here for days on end, go home for a few days, and then come back. Haha. It’s fun (and hello, Aubrey, because I know you’re going to read this). She’s got two awesome kids, my niece who is 4 and my nephew who is 2. I have a lot of fun with them, plus it’s just a pleasant atmosphere around here.
However, the internet seems like somewhat of an inconvenience when I’m here, because my computer refuses to connect to her internet so I have to use her computer. That explains why I haven’t been responding to video comments, messages, or updating my blog. Actually, I haven’t really been communicating with anybody except for Aubrey and her family, and James.
Things are okay though. Or, well, not really but I figure I’ve just got to deal with it.
I’m really quite tired of people lately. I’ve been having a good time with Aubrey & her family, as well as James, but everybody else is just… I don’t know. I don’t have the best outlook on humanity to begin with, but watching people eat each other alive is making me sick to my stomach.
At least I have buck eyes and two toddlers to drown out the melancholy.
So that’s that, I just wanted to reassure everybody that I am still alive. Do you ever think about what would happen if I died, or somebody who you pay attention to, or even yourself? Would anybody ever notice I/they/you were gone? Would anybody ever notify you/people of what had happened? Would all the people that were ever mean to me/them/you feel guilty? Would anybody be glad? Who would come to the funeral? What would be said about me/them/you?
I have spent hours on end imagining the death/funeral of myself and the people I love. That’s part of my morbid side. There’s something about it that I really enjoy. I don’t want to die, nor do I want the people I love to die, but I get some kind of enjoyment out of envisioning the idea until I am curled up in a sobbing ball. But I guess that’s just part of being an INFP.
Anyway, I’ve really got to get some sleep now because I have to wake up early and babysit the kids while Aubrey and her husband go do some stuff. Let’s hope they’re good for me.
Peace and love,
E.
