Silly Ghost

What a wonderful feeling to come home after a long rainy day in the world, (but not of it) and warm myself by the blogfire in my comment box.  I wish someone would figure out how to make your comment box say You've got mail! when you open it.  Loving all your PDA.  So funny no one could figure out what COJCOLDS meant.  Love messing with your minds and making you utilize all those brain cell(ulite)s.  Trying to tone up your spiritual atrophy. 

I really wanted to talk about addiction today but I can't stop thinking about ghosts.  So since we're on the subject anyway . . . it finally dawned on me that ghosts may have a sense of humor. It makes all their little shenangans so much less freaky once your realize this.  I wonder if we attract ghosts that help us reflect on our weaknesses or our issues.  Or maybe ghosts just wanna have fun.  

Anyway I'm beginning to think I'm being teased and taunted by a ghost--I hope it's not because I like to tease and taunt everyone and the ghost is trying to show me how it feels.  Heck guys, I hope no one takes my teasing personally because I even tease my GPS.  Just today I was in the car punching in global positions then turning down the wrong streets just to crack up when it says You are off course!  Plus I get such a kick out of the way that cute Brittish lady mispronounces all the Hawaiian street names.   

Right now I feel like I do when I get on my Facebook and someone has sent me a poke.  At first I'm like "Hey!"  And then I'm like "Ow!"  and then I'm like "Hmmm!"  and I keep wondering "Was that a good poke or a bad poke?"   

These are the pokes I've gotten from my ghost today:  First, when I read Sewl's super freaky ghost story and I went to leave a comment in her box the word verifier spelled faking.  Does anyone else find that mildly ironic since 1). The word verifier never spells actual words and 2.) Sewl's story was true.   So that means the ghost was just messing with me, right?  

Then today I spent the day judging the island-wide high school speech competition at St. Andrews Priory--a Catholic school, and on my way to The Ascension Wing another jet black cat bolted right across my path like an ebony streak of lightening/darkening.  But this time the cat was super fat. (Was that rude?  What I meant to say was this time the cat was super big boned).  How could a real big boned cat bolt that fast? And why would he bolt in front of me when I'm on my way to Ascension?  Messing with me, right?

Then when I was judging my first round of dramatic speeches, this guy performed a speech entitled A Slow Dance on a Killing Ground and he looked straight at me the whole speech (and you really should not make eye contact with the judges because it makes us feel uncomfortable and we know you're just trying to send us subliminal messages with your pupils so you can win).  But he was freakin' freaky and talking about how he has this hole in his heart and how the absence of love is how he got the hole, but how all his love is right inside that hole, (which is impossible because . . . wouldn't love slide right through a hole?)  But then, and this is the part that seriously gave me shivers, he tells me how he needs a place to hide and how he asks the rocks but they tell him, "sorry dude, you can't hide here," so he turns himself into a bug.  My chin hit the floor.   He needed a place to hide.  It was like the answer to a  . . . question.

Do you think my possessed bugs are just trying to hide in peoples ears because the love keeps sliding right through the hole in their hearts and the rocks won't give them any cover? 

Me neither.  Just asking.  

Probably just my ghost messin' with me again.  

Silly ghost.