Ghosts and crooked teeth

Okay, what the hell right? What's with the picture and what does it have to do with ghosts? First of all, the lovely mold of teeth that's overlapping and sticking out all over the place is a replica of MY teeth when I was 9 years old. My dad gave it to me after he found it in one of the boxes in the garage. He thought I might want to keep it. But OF COURSE! You never know when you're gonna need a mothball-smelling mold of teeth. That'd be something to show my kid in case she starts to demonstrate an addiction to sweets like her stubborn mother.

I thought it would be nice to take a picture of it, just in case I lose it and I bet I will because that's my sole purpose in this life, to lose things. I used to misplace my retainers all the time, the last one I still keep inside a bubblegum tape container after having gone through a series of misfortunes. One time it almost ended in a trash bin at the back of a fast food restaurant in Las Vegas.

Anyway, so I might never be able to have another mold made for me since this was given for free before I had my braces made by my dentist. That dentist happens to be my auntie who passed away last year. By now you should already see the ghost part coming. I have a which tripod is leaning against a wall and standing between two tables. While I was taking this picture, it suddenly made a loud "blogag!" on the floor. There is no way that thing could've slipped on it's own since the base is made of rubber. And it fell the opposite direction. That's impossible unless something pushed it.

I have come to terms with whether or not I should believe in ghosts and I'd rather choose to believe because there is no other choice. I can't tell exactly who/what did it, since there are about 3 ghosts in our house (probably more). That's according to an old co-worker who has this REALLY HUUUGE THIRD EYE. She once told me where the ghosts are exactly located just by reading my mind. My grandpa under the stairs, my great grandpa upstairs, and my uncle James (who died when he was a baby) is in my room. That sounds pretty scary right? But my friend can also see angels, most of them anyway, and said that uncle James is one. That was the part where I went "Aww, how cute. I have a baby guardian angel. That explains why I'm so immature."

Can I tell you something? I am catching my breath. Why am I catching my breath? Why do I feel like I ran 50 miles after typing this whole thing? Nakakapagod ito ha.

Okay, goodnight na. Hope we dream of good things.

The Immediate - Ghost In The House
Bishop Allen - Ghosts Are Good Company