June 29, 2003 :: 11:10 p.m.
I am definitely not at the top of the food chain
Nature, my friends, has made me its twittering pansy bitch. As I was getting out of my car tonight, a leaf fell on the windshield. Just a leaf. What did I do? Shrieked. Because I am a blubbering wimp who is terribly afraid of the dark and also because I assumed before looking at it that instead of a leaf I would find a bat or a foot-long moth or something. A spidery thing came at me in the bathroom shortly after, and for a moment it was all I could do to stop my terror from expressing itself as deafening screams. I squashed it senseless seconds later; I had suppress the shivers and wipe its ugly brown guts off of my brand new copy of
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban with some toilet paper.
I am not a brave little soldier. I am a sweating, stuttering blob of a coward, huddling in the corner and swatting at the air in hopes of warding off the inevitable (and plentiful) buggy intruders. I need to live in a climate-controlled bubble, please.
I got nylon webbing at Ben Franklin today, to make a new strap for my bag. I also got some buttons, because I am a Button Fiend. Home Depot is a poohead for not having plain, unglazed ceramic and/or marble tiles. Adam and I had dinner at Olive Garden, where we were waited upon by one Mr. Eric Johnson, whom we attended high school with. I had minestrone and breadsticks and we split a piece of lemon cream cake. All of these were nummy delicious things.
We went to PetsMart to get me an application (they were hiring dog groomers), but alas, the sign has been removed. We looked at the kitties while we were there - so damn cute that it hurts.
The evening was spent watching Trading Spaces. I want Vern to decorate my life.
Now I'm going to sew up some little bags for my tarot cards, and perhaps try my hand at fruit pillows. But first I must procure a beverage, for my throat is dry and cracked like fired clay and my teeth feel like they're acquiring a healthy coat of fur. Mmmm. I'm thinking sun tea.
Cheers.
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