» Messing with the Dark Side

can I be the 6th Beatle?
Back in my impressionable days as a 15 year old, my friends and i had a lot of sleepovers involving ouija boards. We knew one friend always pushed the pointer, but one night my less pop-culture inclined friend and I played on our own. We quickly "got in touch" and so we asked how he died. it spelled out "h-e-a-d". so's we thought hmmm. we then asked what his name was. he replied stu. stu what? we asked. "sutcliffe". interesting...
Anyway, we mentioned this to our friend, who happens to be a huge beatles fan, and she said that he was that 5th Beatle and died of a brain hemorrhage. Now, I like Derek Accorahlreef as much as the next girl, but I'm not the biggest ouija believer. However, neither of us using the board knew who Stu Sutcliffe was, let alone how he died. wacky stuff was afoot, my friends, wacky stuff.

sorry for the big boned post. oh, that sounded dirty.
(Sun 23rd Apr 2006, 5:13, More)

» Near Death Experiences

weeee!
my mum and i were driving in our '86 Oldsmobile up in the mountains on a crisp november day. we were at an elevation of 7000 feet on a narrow and windy road with no guard rails on the side, just a straight drop down. we hit black ice, and spun out of control for a minute, stopping jut short of the road's edge. I, being Balcky the Mong, didn't notice for the first few seconds, but it was brought to my attention that something was wrong when I heard mum yelling.
(Thu 25th Nov 2004, 14:01, More)

» Messing with the Dark Side

another
I think i posted this story before, but trust no one remembers it, so I write this fool story up again. I stayed in a haunted inn once and woke up around 4 am having that catalepsy/cacapepsy/canonnessy...whatever... sensation where i couldn't move. however, i was quickly jerked onto my back ( I had been lying on my side) and it felt like someone was sitting on my legs, not my chest. anyway, I bravely opened my eyes because let's face it, I needed a Depends pad I was so scared, and saw nothing. moments later a long green shape materialised in front of me and glided in front of my bed and disappeared in front of the door. When asking my roommate about it later, she said it looked like there was a green mist around my bed all night but didn't want to say anything to me at the time because she knew I would turn inside out and die of fright. also found out that the ghost from our room was a woman who liked to get in bed w/ people. OOOOooooooOOOOOoooo! again, sorry for length
(Mon 24th Apr 2006, 4:11, More)

» My first love

pants
My first love was Robbie, and i was 4 years old. I used to chase him around in the sprinklers at our pre-school and we only had pants on, and my god, it was great. his twin brother always piddled himself, which is why I liked Robbie instead.
(Sat 22nd Oct 2005, 1:41, More)

» It's not me, it's the drugs talking

take your billet!
Hmm, my one and only drug experience was after taking some mushrooms, and perching on my bathroom counter for half an hour to ruminate on the amazing feelings running water and modern plumbing can inspire.
my friend and I also found some old paris metro tickets lying around. she wanted to go to the vending machine in the lobby of my hall, but I INSISTED that we needed the tickets to go, just in case we got stopped by the gestapo. it was a long night
(Thu 15th Dec 2005, 17:53, More)