Colorado. Runner. Yogi. Fucking hilarious, like, 17% of the time.

the basement

I was totally sure I was going to be terrified of the basement when I moved into my new house. Like, I was one hundred percent planning on installing a lock on the living room side. So much so that I'd planned my conversation with the people at the hardware store in order to minimize how likely they were to call the police and tell them some crazy chick had people locked under her house.

However, since moving in, it's been sort of a non-issue. I mean, I don't go DOWN there. Especially not at night, and really not even during the day when there's no one else here. (Don't worry, I put this thing that will beep really loud if it starts to flood on the floor. I am a responsible homeowner, after all. (As long as you have no questions about what else I've done.)) But I'm not nearly as stressed about it as I anticipated.

My little brother really thinks I should watch The Babadook. "A single mother, plagued by the violent death of her husband, battles with her son's fear of a monster lurking in the house, but soon discovers a sinister presence all around her."

Monster. House.



I want to watch it, I do, but.


Anybody wanna come over and watch it with me?

don't you ever say I just walked away

dat elephant