This is so wack. Wiggidy wack? Nope, just regular type.

I brilliantly decided to watch The Ring. By myself. Late at night.


I employed the genius method of closing my eyes most of the way during the real freaky parts. (Like the dead faces. And that last scene with Samara coming out of the screen? Eyes closed all the way.) Also, to counteract the evil of The Ring, I turned on the TV to Howard Stern's Radio show. I was torn between being creeped out and skeeved out. Helpful mix. Though after that ended, I had to change it to Ed, Edd, and Eddy.


I'm still a little freaked, but not as much as I could be. lalalala.