I am a nut case.. or so says my dad... i was playing video games on the couch.. and a spider crawled across the wall.. then as we were eating dinner.. the SAME eight legged freak tried to fall down and land on my head from the ceiling.... I don't know if i've ever mentioned it before but i am EXTREMELY arachnophobic.. but since my 5 year old was sitting right there next to me.. i didn't want to totally freak the fuck out in front of her... ok.. i WANTED to.. but it's in her best interest NOT to since she seems to have inherited at least some part of my anxiety disorder... Dad wanted to kill it... but i wouldn't let him.. just cause the eight legged freak had 4 legs too many for my liking does NOT mean the freakish little bastard deserves to die... So i went out on the porch while he got it in this jar.. and HE just thought it was the coolest spider he'd ever seen... (keep in mind i find it extremely difficult to use the words coolest and spider in the same sentence...) it took him 20 minutes to catch the damn thing and get it outside.. Once he let it go.. IT CRAWLED RIGHT TOWARDS ME. I swear it was the cat of the spider world... find the one that hates you and try to get to know them in an up close and personal sort of way... FUCK THAT!!!

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IN OTHER NEWS

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Both the dog and i just got the unholy living shit scared outta us. The roomie put on this Halloween mask that for some reason reminded me of an undead retarded Oprah Winfrey... i had my back turned to change the TV channel when she came in and when i turned around.. it scared me so bad i screamed.. which set Budzilla off.. i thought he was gonna rip his Auntie Becca apart... every single hair on his body stood straight out... He's STILL freaked out and it's been 20 minutes.... So today has been one of those days... *sigh*

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