It was just storming here. I don't mind storms. It's just when they get really big. Threat-of-spawning-a-tornado-big.

Tornados are the one childhood fear I've never gotten over. I've never been in a tornado, never seen one outside of a book... but I've always been afraid of them. I'm over most of my other childhood fears--rats, bugs, the dark, stuff like that. But I just can't shake tornado-phobia. So I made myself suffer and went and sat in the living room with my stepmother, so we could watch the severe weather updates.

The storm has subsided, though.

My dad still hasn't come in. He was still out there on the deck playing poker with his friends when the hanging ferns were whipping around like ribbon in the wind and when lightning almost struck our fence. He's just still out there bitching about how he wouldn't be losing so much if he had his Savatage shirt clean. Sore loser!

In other news, I'm bored, and my tits are sore for some unknown reason. [/TMI]