MEMBER SINCE: March 2003
occupation: professional gatekeeper to the Overworld
body mods: belly tongue ears
most humbling moment: pretty much any time i mix drinking & dancing in public
i lost my virginity: er, well, good for you!
heroes: Jim Henson
stats: easily distracted, oddly amused
gets me hot: watching a cute girl lick the inside out of a strawberry filled donut and listening to Kim Deal sing "I've been waiting for you"
into: sweet-pea the magic bike, my guitar, my piano(keyboard), goofy chicks,funny-looking boys,my kitties (Cleo & Mogwai),political stuff, comics and cartoons,toys,record shops, robots, thrift-store diving, DIY/reconstucting, slimey green animals, puppets, leemurs,being a little dork and spreading the love
fantasy: that everyone in the world puts aside all differences and live happily ever after in peace and-no wait-wrong fantasy. Have you seen that Peaches video where those two girls are on the lowrider bikes and they're like, circling round eachother and like, stroking the little poles holding up their bike seats and liking their lips at eachother and stuff...that would be pretty cool. I ride a bike too but when i tried that the girl just kind of looked at me funny.She wanted me though.
sign: leo
makes me happy: surprisingly simple things, when i look at them right
I guess i can't be too disappointed, i mean, how long are wolf spiders supposed to live for anyways? Still, i have this sneaking suspicion that one of my cats might've eaten him (i'm looking at YOU Cleo, if you are reading this!!) It was nice to have him though--a few weeks ago i was cleaning by the corner between my bathtub & the sink, & that's when i spotted little Fred, a black wolf spider just bigger than a quarter. He froze when i saw him--you know how spiders always seem to know when you are looking at them? Admittedly, spiders freak me out, but i have a lot of respect for them so i really don't want to be afraid of them. So i just let him be, i could see that he had made himself a nice little home behind this orange rubber ball in the corner, about the size of a tennis ball, & it would've been to hard for me to catch him anyways. Over the next couple of weeks i just got more & more used to him being there; i got used to coming into the bathroom & seeing him hanging out there on top of the orange rubber ball. I got used to reasoning with myself that no, he wasn't going to run over & crawl all over my feet & up my leg when i stood at the sink to wash & brush my teeth. He just liked being there. At one point, he was sitting out in front of the ball, & i tried to catch him with a cup, but he ran back in a hurry, back behind his rubber ball house, as if to say "no, please! i wanna stay!! don't make me go!" & i felt bad for trying to make him go outside.
I didn't see him there the other day, & the ball had been moved a couple inches from where it had been. Today i went back to clean the little corner & saw that he was in fact gone. Cleo had expressed interest in eating him last week, but he was quick to get away, & her food dish had been empty so i just thought if i kept it full the cats wouldn't go for him. But i dunno.
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