June 7, 2011

eggs and gravy

dear strange happenings diary,

that was just a coincidence, i am sure. the wind picked that up and set it back down gently. i just got back from mcdonalds. i couldn't say a word so i kept my big mouth shut. but the eggs sure were good today. i commend the chef. if you get there right at four when they flip over to breakfast, it's five star. don't be a fraidy cat to eat eggs there- it's like vacation for me- it feels like. hurry up, my house is haunted you know. i can always tell around four in the mourning. it's a sad time in my house, the mourning time. i have a visitor in my house who doesn't scare me- but i cant see them. my dogs can and infants can. i just feel the presence and hear things. in the days of old, i think my visitor ghost sang sweet music because sometimes my walls seem to echo with the sound of wet music."six lions shall tear you apart," is what the solo ghost choir just sang to me, now i don't think i've heard that song- it's a new one and oh so heavenly...