somerville is sort of creepy

Sometimes I feel as though the universe is saying "Here is material for you, Jessie. Go forth and blog"and I have no choice but to oblige. Yesterday I saw yet another unicyclist. That's two in the last two weeks. It boggles my mind, but hey, maybe unicycles are making a comeback? Although I guess that would imply that at one point they were "in".

Anyway, while on my run last week I was scared shitless by some lawn decorations (if you can even call them that). Obviously I didn't have my cell phone with me, so I went two blocks out of my way this morning to be a complete creepster and take these pictures:

He is obviously the king of the creepy lawn dolls

Holy bejesus. They're just hanging out on the lawn, being creepy and waiting to scare the hell out of unsuspecting passerbys. And it sure as hell worked on me. After I snapped these pictures, I noticed that the name on the door is the same as my own. I actually share a last name with the family who has creepy dolls on their lawn. I don't really know how to feel about that. When I told my roommate she said: "did you just step through a vortex and glimpse your future?"

Unfortunately, I think that the answer is yes.