Freeeaked out!

So I have this blog right, and in the beginning it was a funny little place for cynical humour. Then time passed and I figured not a lot of people are reading anymore, and, well, I've let it degrade into an outlet of negativity. Really I owe it to myself to try harder. Anyway, then I get this super creepy anonymous comment that basically says I'M WATCHING YOU and omfg I am so freaked out right now, i mean it, f-r-e-a-k-e-d o-u-t. And how strange is it that I am reflecting on something that happened to me right here, it doesn't make sense, except... this is the place I talk about things like this. Whaaaaat... Damn! I feel so, exposed... in a very non-sexy way.

But I suppose it's fine. I'm not unusually cruel here.

Coincidentally I had another twilight zone event today:

My dad was somehow convinced that our watermelon had gone bad, and that it wasn't solid but entirely liquid inside, that if we cut it open the water will burst out all over the kitchen. He says it's happened once before. He looked at us with such intense eyes, I didn't believe him, but he creeped me out. My sister and I examined the watermelon, touched it, moved it around, smelled it, everything... and thought it was fine. So my dad prepares some towels under the watermelon, plastic bags and all, and then cuts it open. TADA! ...n-o-r-m-a-l. Pfft.