Capture the World

Went to go throw some more stuff in my suitcase today so that I don’t have to search for everything next month…

The suitcases are kept in the garage, right in the middle… 

I wasn’t home all day yesterday, it’s 12:38AM right now, so I hadn’t been in the garage since the cockroach incident….

and when I go out to put my stuff in the case, I didn’t turn the light on at first since I can see pretty good overall in the dark…

I put the stuff on top of the suitcase while I go to unzip the top part to just toss the stuff in…

and I freaking hear multiple voices… “Ay-ay…Die…..O-kay…Noo-loo….Kah Noo-loo…”

…….I freak the fuck out, drop everything and bolt for the steel bat behind me then for the lights…

Turn them on….and see 3 of my old ass Furbies….all just sitting on top of my suitcase…

I have a mini heart-attack, walk slowly towards them with the bat raised and look to find a note attached to the bottom of them…..

“I’m going to Kill you

Die”

……………………..

One fucking guess who the fuck did that….

And then the freaking furbies go off again and repeat the exact same phrases…over and over again!!!

If you don’t know Furby lingo….”Look/See….Die(=_____=)…OK…happy…Me Happy…”  

Over….and….fucking over again…..

He’s a fucking douche-bag. He’s the only one sick enough to fucking do something like that, to me or anyone really…he’s done shit like this before—coming up behind me in the middle of the fucking night when I go to get water ans saying hes going to kill me or other fucking bullshit—and its fucking screwed up and fucking pissing me off now….

WHERE THE FUCK DID HE EVEN FIND THOSE THINGS?!?!?!?! HOW THE FUCK DID HE FIND THE TIME TO TEACH IT “DIE”!?!?!?!?!?

Fuck you……I’m going to bed….locking my door and window…keeping my flick-blade under my pillow and my baseball bats right next to my bed…fuck it all…wy to ruin my good day…