...is what I'm debating to post.
Last night there was a spider. In my room. On my wall. Behind my printer. As we all know, I am deathly afraid of spiders. I didn't realize it was so bad again until last night...I mean, after all, I was standing over it with a bottle of Off! and a tissue box screaming "DIE! DIE! WHY WON'T YOU DIE??!?!?!?!?!!?1" and hyperventilating.
Yeah, yeah, spiders are good, all life is important, blah blah blah. When there is a spider in my room, I really don't give a damn. If it's outside, I won't try to kill it. I'll just run away, perhaps screaming like a little girl. If it's in the house, I'll kill it. If it's in my ROOM...oh no. I will f*cking burn off its skin with bug spray, I will. Oh, and I realize spiders don't have skin. You should've told that to me last night, when I was equipped with several spider torture instruments, a pencil, and a notebook. Never good things for me to have.
I have about four pages of impossible-to-read scrawl (which I believe would be excellent for a handwriting analysis class, haha) with a lot of grammar mistakes (no spelling mistakes, though. oh no.) and a LOT of swearing. I'm a right potty mouth when I'm scared. Haha I just said "right." Wtf? I don't say that! AHH WHY WON'T MY DAD EFFING COME HOME OH MY GOD WHY WON'T IT DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
In case you were wondering what I wrote.
It's pretty terrible.
It also highly suggested I'm insane.
YOU WANNA READ ABOUT MY ADVENTURES WITH THE SPIDER??