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Whoring it up!
For those of you following the Diz story, he is now trying to sleep in the small gap between my lap and the laptop. Occasionally resting his head on my arm until I move too much. I moan and moan, but I absolutely adore my cat, who is the best thing that has happened to me in years.
Anyway, I came because of the horror film thread. No point cluttering that up. I could do with a good scream. I'm not talking primal scream therapy or anything like that, I just mean the build up of tension and the release of fear you get from a real no holds barred all out scream. I've been thinking of this for weeks, although I've had horror on my mind for weeks thanks to Halloween I guess.
Funny thing is, the things that might genuinely make me lose control and scream without reserve... well I'd be worried I wouldn't stop screaming - ever. Bin looking at some of the top US haunted houses (tole you it's bin on my mind!) and I wouldn't even get through the queue. If I did, the first actor that jumped me would be the last. Not because I'd lamp him one, but because I'd curl up in a corner and whimper until security bodily lifted me - eyes firmly closed, fingers in ears - back into a well lit gift shop or restaurant.
I dunno, maybe I'm due a nightmare. Or maybe it's symptomatic of another kind of unrelieved tension.
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