I am terrified right now. TERRIFIED.
You see, I am extremely arachnaphobic, and a huge spider decided to show up at my apartment this evening. After several hours of working up the guts to get close enough to it to kill it, I went flying at the fucker with my biggest frying pan. But I got too freaked out and ended up throwing the pan and running out of the room, screaming like a banshee. I realized that I didn't kill it but I did give it a good squish. Then, before I could work up the courage to go for another round, it disppeared! I've been horrifed all night, not able to sleep, thinking it was lurking around somewhere waiting to inflict revenge upon me for amputating one of its legs (It has 7 more, jesus christ I dunno what the big deal is). Then, while writing this I got up to get an apple from the kitchen and saw that the fucking turd has returned to its position on my couch. BUT I'm too scared and worn out to attempt to kill it now but also too scared to fall asleep with it chilling in here with its creepy seven spindley legs. So I'm in quite a predicament here.
I need a roommate. Good thing I have my guard cat to keep an eye on things. I think I'll probably go to sleep in my room and stuff a towel under my door to prevent unwelcome bedmates.
I belong on Maury with the chick who screams at the sight of pickles.
Seriously though, it's that bad.
In other news, COME TO THIS PARTY!!! Add our MYSPACE!!!
I saw the funniest thing ever while riding the bus home from work. There was this dude walking by himself down the sidewalk downtown, listening to his headphones. He stopped in front of a building and proceded to dance for like a full minute, while watching his reflection in the window. I'm pretty sure I almost peed my pants.
I also just had the most hilaaaariously retarded aim conversation with my homefry Aaron, in which he said 'Whatever Buffy, you love the e-blood' Ahhh hahaha. Okay. That will only be funny to me.
Less than three,
Monroe
You see, I am extremely arachnaphobic, and a huge spider decided to show up at my apartment this evening. After several hours of working up the guts to get close enough to it to kill it, I went flying at the fucker with my biggest frying pan. But I got too freaked out and ended up throwing the pan and running out of the room, screaming like a banshee. I realized that I didn't kill it but I did give it a good squish. Then, before I could work up the courage to go for another round, it disppeared! I've been horrifed all night, not able to sleep, thinking it was lurking around somewhere waiting to inflict revenge upon me for amputating one of its legs (It has 7 more, jesus christ I dunno what the big deal is). Then, while writing this I got up to get an apple from the kitchen and saw that the fucking turd has returned to its position on my couch. BUT I'm too scared and worn out to attempt to kill it now but also too scared to fall asleep with it chilling in here with its creepy seven spindley legs. So I'm in quite a predicament here.
I need a roommate. Good thing I have my guard cat to keep an eye on things. I think I'll probably go to sleep in my room and stuff a towel under my door to prevent unwelcome bedmates.I belong on Maury with the chick who screams at the sight of pickles.
Seriously though, it's that bad.
In other news, COME TO THIS PARTY!!! Add our MYSPACE!!!
I saw the funniest thing ever while riding the bus home from work. There was this dude walking by himself down the sidewalk downtown, listening to his headphones. He stopped in front of a building and proceded to dance for like a full minute, while watching his reflection in the window. I'm pretty sure I almost peed my pants.
I also just had the most hilaaaariously retarded aim conversation with my homefry Aaron, in which he said 'Whatever Buffy, you love the e-blood' Ahhh hahaha. Okay. That will only be funny to me.
Less than three,
Monroe
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I'd be your roommate, because I need to move out, but I'm sure you don't want a huge dork like me to be your roommate.
I would have loved to see the guy dancing. Sounds like something out of a Moby or Crystal method video.