I woke up this morning, the first time at 6:30 a.m., to discover there is a dryish, scaly-feeling sort of rash-like thing happening on the back of my neck. The right side specifically. I went to bed scale free and bam! now I have scales. Chances are I was visited by aliens while I slept. This is the only logical explanation I can think of for getting a weird right-side-of-the-back-of-the-neck rash during the night.
It kind of hurts and though I know I should, I can’t stop touching it. My inability to stop touching it will probably hasten the the alien takeover of my body (we’ve all seen V, right?) I promise to be a good alien and not shoot you dead or eat your head or go out all night eating cars. I won’t eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too, Mercurys and Subarus. I will stop, I won’t keep eatin cars and then when there’s no more cars I won’t go out at night and eat up bars where people meet face to face, dance cheek to cheek.
Go easy on eating the guitars–alien or not, you can’t digest the strings. And boy, do they take a long time coming out the other end.
It’s worse than anal probing.
Don’t ask. Just don’t.
From V to Blondie – your mind is a steel trap of obscure knowledge and I love it!
Hydrocortisone = rapture
“Rapture” is the most f’ed up song ever.
Aww…..now I wanna watch V and I can’t
You must have seen the trailer for the “V” remake that’s coming up next year.