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[active_apathy]

...and now I scrape myself off the ceiling.

I just jumped, and made various loud noises, all because it felt like there was something starting to rawl up the back of my leg.

Which, in my defence, there was. It was the lead for my headphones.

I jumped, flailed wildly, sent my chair halfway across the room, found a pulse that'd make a serviceable dance beat, and just maybe woke up the neighbours, all over a bit of insulated wire that connects my headphones to my computer.

Yay me.

Sometimes, post content finds you.

Comments

[suzermagoozer.livejournal.com]

ok, i have been there.
i usually check to make sure nobody saw me...and the cat is usually smirking.

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

Obviously, the cat's in on it.

[leila82.livejournal.com]

I've definitely been there. And the worst of it was, there was nothing actually crawling on me. It was a caffeine and slightly-questionable-sandwich induced hallucination.

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

The moral to this story is that questionable sandwiches are bad.

[laurenmitchell.livejournal.com]

This is like me going 'OMG WTF is crawling on my breasts!eleventy-one' and realising it's my necklace.

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

It's official. Inanimate objects are scary.

[ryttu3k.livejournal.com]

I have done that far, FAR too much XD

[silmaril.livejournal.com]

Been there, done that. Usually the side of my neck instead of the back, and my own braid.

My own braid.

We can redefine "pathetic"; we have the tech-nology.

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

My hair simply can't do anything to my neck. It can, however, scarify me in many other places. Especially when it's wet, and dripping.