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May. 27th, 2004 11:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
froodleI swear, that spider is trying to embarrass me. It's playing mind-games with me, lurking in odd corners and skittering past when my back is turned, so I just see it out of the corner of my eye. I'm too paranoid to do my washing up, and my damn pie is still in the fridge.
I hate you, spider.
I bet it's on a mission from David Blaine.
I hate you, spider.
I bet it's on a mission from David Blaine.
Re: No, doofus, they fell at the same rate. I know this 'cause I watch Black Hole High.
Date: 2004-05-31 04:16 pm (UTC)Re: No, doofus, they fell at the same rate. I know this 'cause I watch Black Hole High.
Date: 2004-05-31 04:18 pm (UTC)Re: No, doofus, they fell at the same rate. I know this 'cause I watch Black Hole High.
Date: 2004-05-31 04:23 pm (UTC)You know, camp men food.
I'm going to write a monograph on the best things to feed one's captive pets. It'll be a best-seller, I reckon.
Re: No, doofus, they fell at the same rate. I know this 'cause I watch Black Hole High.
Date: 2004-05-31 05:21 pm (UTC)for the beared ones.