| FOUR ( @ 2008-04-18 01:07:00 |
| Current location: | bed |
| Current mood: | clean |
| Entry tags: | these things happen |
I HATE SPRING
I'm in the shower, and I look down, and there is a giant fucking spider crawling along next to my foot. So naturally I am like, "!!!" and as soon as I move, water hits the thing and it jumps toward me, and I am like, "OH HELL NO" and jump out of the shower, and then I'm standing there dripping, holding a bottle of Burt's Bees that I have chosen as my spider-killing weapon. And then I think of that stupid liar entomologist who was like, "You know what that bug thinks of right before you squash it? His mom." LIES. I JUST FACT-CHECKED AN ARTICLE ON PARENTING IN THE ANIMAL KINGDOM, AND MOST ARACHNIDS ARE NOT EVEN AWARE THEY HAVE MOMS AND YET I STILL CANNOT KILL THIS SPIDER YOU STUPID ANTHROPOMORPHIZING BASTARD. Because it was all panicked and frightened-looking! So I just stood there waiting till the thing got washed down the drain, and then I had to spend the whole rest of my shower being paranoid that somehow it would crawl back up.
Dear Weather,
I like you a lot better when you are freezing all the things that have exoskeletons. Please try that again.
Much love,
girlboymusic