weird wimp wigging out

9.27.2010













kidult update: relationships are all about compromise. jersey loves ghost crap. he lives for that horrific ish. i personally freak the eff out...nothing's too cheesy for me. i will scream. i will jump. i will sleep with one eye open, head underneath the covers for months and months.

i start to feel bad, though. i mean he watches every frickin' movie i suggest, but when it comes to his movie choices, all he gets is an emphatic HELL NAW! so i compromised.

 i told him i'd watch the haunting in connecticut with him during the day...a compromise, right? WRONG! i still freaked out. i'm still jumpy and not right. i think i have to find a movie bud for this guy...someone has to take my place in this department. i will not get jealous. promise.














when something traumatic happens to me i try to document the process...i've never laughed so hard at myself before. too bad that isn't therapy. i'd much love to be cured of my scaredy pants syndrome.


3 comments:

  1. That was hilarious. It looked like watching that movie was hurting you.

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  2. But, Tish, if you don't watch the violence you'll never become desensitized to it.
    Priceless.

    Also, FYI, girly squealing freak-outs affect even those of us who love horror movies *points to self*

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