Hubuduh What?

MAKE IT STOP!!!
2006-05-26 : 10:02 pm

THE BIGGEST!

SPIDER!

I HAVE EVER!

SEEN!

BULAGHAGHAHGH!!!!

Okay.

::breath::

::smile::

Go get a ruler or tape measure. Pick a mark on it. Now measure about 4 inches from that point.

Yeah.

All I could do is grab a big fat phone book and toss it (with my AMAZING aim, by the way... must be my last name, which I share with a famous pitcher. Obviously. And despite the fact that I am not related to said pitcher) ACROSS THE ROOM and land CRUNCHINGLY upon the spider.

Meanwhile, there is an undertone of frustration for many things in my life going on right now. I'm frustrated with many people, I think. I'm frustrated with my boss for (ONCE AGAIN) not paying me. I'm frustrated with her and my supervisor for not taking the goddamn forward off of their own emails so that, even though this was the only 3 days I got to spend with the BioDad in a period of many, many years, I still had 400 emails to stress over. I'm frustrated with the BioDad. Or, rather, the situation. I had a nice time. It wasn't a bad time. It was pleasant. He's an interesting, funny guy. There really will be no connection or special relationship with this man. I just don't think it's going to happen and I just have to accept that. I don't know how he can be so incapable of reaching out to his own damn daughter, but I can only do so much. I'm frustrated with several other people (all male, interestingly enough) for several other reasons.

However, all of these frustrations are hanging out just below the surface so that they are not fully manifesting. My frustration with having to work right now and continuing to have to work every free moment is slightly more on the surface. Happy Friday night, right?

Meanwhile, I blew my diet with SPECTACULAR ABANDON yesterday and today. It was GORGEOUS. I LOVED EVERY MINUTE OF IT. I will pay tomorrow, but I'll get back on the wagon tomorrow, too. I've been doing well on this diet thing, but my scale died several weeks ago, and the new scale was set differently, so I have no idea how much I've actually lost. Frustrating, but even if the pounds don't make sense, the actual measurements do. So that's good.

Today I went here. I saw hottie Natives in suede loincloths. Mmmmm... I also saw a guy scraping the brain out of a bloody fox's skull. Not so mmm...

Okay blah blah blah that spider is still all crushety crushed underneath that phone book in the kitchen. See, I've never been one of those "I want a BOYFRIEND!" girls. I'm way better at being single, I'm good at it. I'm a good girlfriend, but bad at having a boyfriend. However. Boys clean up dead spiders, so in that respect I wouldn't mind a boyfriend right about now. Well, um, you know, And you can have sex with them. That's fun, too. Okay, I will pay any one of you a thousand dollars to come over and take care of it for me. The spider, not the sex. I swore 5 years ago I'd never pay for sex ever again.

I'm lying. I don't have a thousand dollars, and if I did, I wouldn't pay you to pick up a dead spider. I'd pay my tuition. And car payment. And insurance. And go to NY to visit my friend Jane.

Sigh, okay. Spider.

PS Hey, Jack, I have an insider secret for you. I gots connections. It may not be the EXACT insider secret you've been looking for, but it may possibly be of use to you. It's also not that exciting, I just like the idea of having an insider secret. But it also reminds me of a question I've been meaning to ask you: Which Stephen King book would you recommend to a person who has not yet ever read Stephen King novel?