Bonnie_Blue
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Fabulous psycho mind power
The other night, I was in a bit of a mood. A remarkable occurrence in itself, when you consider my bright and bubby personality, but anyway...
I had my first day in the supermarket promoting a sleazy tabloid the next day and I was dreading it. My favourite fish, Arthur Pakchoi, had died of some weird disease that made his face go all white. The cat, vexed that a dead fish should be receiving more attention than him, was playing up. Beckett was ignoring my glowering and trying to pretend none of it was real.
All these things came together to produce an unnatural rage deep within and so, calling on ancient girlfriend's rights, I decided to pick a fight. After all, making someone else miserable is always a sure way of making yourself feel better. A fair while of goading later, I got my wish and Beckett and I had a row. Feeling murderous, I swept off to our bedroom where I could sulk to my heart's content. But a funny thing happened on the way there....
In mid-sweep, I passed a lamp. The lamp was on, glowing happily, minding its own business. But lo, the lightbulb in that little lamp exploded as I went past it. Yes, exploded. It didn't blow or blink out quietly. The bulb it did shatter.
Now I'm scared of myself.
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To date 12 Comment(s)
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(3.8.05 18:31)
I hope you blamed Beckett for that too. As would be your right.
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(3.8.05 18:34)
No, no, I want full credit for this. The fear makes him docile.
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(3.8.05 18:37)
Marvellous! Good stuff Bonnie. And next time Becket so heartlessly allows himself to be goaded into rowing with you, be sure to stare pointedly at his crotch.
Sorry about the fish and the cat and the sleeze though.
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(3.8.05 20:47)
Ooh! That happened to me once! Can't remember if I was in a bad mood or not, though...
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(4.8.05 09:22)
I see you've sensibly replaced all your lamps for candles now.
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(4.8.05 11:29)
Norah, my dear, what a brilliant coup the crotch-staring will be. And thanks for your sympathy - the sleaze is over, the fish is buried and the cat is occupied with his flirtations with a lady kitten next door, so all is well.
jc - really? Well, I'm open for offers about starting a club.
"The first rule about Making Things Explode with your Mind club is you do not talk about Making Things Explode with your Mind club." Catchy, that.
And Lilo - of course. And Beckett wears chainmail and the cat has a suit of bubble wrap. We're all happy now.
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(4.8.05 13:14)
I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but I suspect your cat is a pervert. Bubble wrap and kittophilia? Dear me.
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(4.8.05 14:10)
Yes - I was at work and one of the lightbulbs just exploded as I walked past.
I'm up for a club as long as we get badges and cakes, and don't have to sing any songs whilst sober.
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(5.8.05 11:46)
this is all lies - horrendous, disgraceful whoppers told by irredeemably naughty people who spend too much time plotting with their cat about what they'll do to me when i get home. don't think for a second that i haven't seen the pulley on the back of the door, that lifts up to release the bowling ball, which slides down the ramp, onto the roller skate, which slides across the kitchen floor, into the precariously arranged pile of books, which could very easily fall over and release the piece of plywood mounted with nails, hanging from the ceiling RIGHT INTO MY EYES. you and 'that damn cat' have got far too much time on your hands.
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