Weblog of Ghostgirl

So.....  I hate the lack of font choice at this site.    I also hate tweezing my eyebrows.   I am really hating the guy who is weedwacking across the street right now.. and want to take that thing and weed wack off HIS eyebrows... or worse.

    My brother calls me this morning a bit concerned because he had a dream last night that my head got chopped off by a train...  And he says he NEVER remembers his dreams..   What a strange day I think this is gonna be.    I dont think it means Im gonna literally get my head sheared of....  besides...  Im not planning on standing next to a moving train anytime soon....  But the symbolism of dreams is very important to me.    I get it...   I am at a crossroads in my life....   To go left    or to go right....  hmmm     I know Im definitely a lefty kinda girl........    There are secrets we shall not tell... Lips are sealed......   In the darkness the truth shall be revealed.. And all good ghostgirls will go to hell.......LOL      Or get thier head's chopped off........    I am on a mission this morning...  should get going...  To the book store I go I go......   ...  Want to write more...  because there is alway soooo much to say...   My guinea pig is still alive...  but she isnt doing well... she cant walk very good...   I think she had a guinea pig stroke of something...    I feel very bad for her...   I will make a little tombstone.. and bury her in my own little pet cemetery.    But I hope she lives a little longer..  I may have to get her put to sleep  soon.      Thats a bummer....     Be happpy   people    no sadness    allowed    unless your  name is  Olga Broomhilda.....  Then I guess I cant stop you from being sad......   Alright....    ghost girl out..... of her mind again