5/20/05
Spot left me a present. A dying wasp, a little smaller than a quarter, was curled up on my bed. Spot kept looking me in the eye and seemed pleased with herself. I couldn't chide her and I didn't know if I should praise her for the gift. Instead I grabbed an empty cup, scooped the beast and dropped it outside in the sunlight. Either the wasp would be warmed and find its way home or simply die without any additional torment from a small white cat with black spots.
Spot left me a present. A dying wasp, a little smaller than a quarter, was curled up on my bed. Spot kept looking me in the eye and seemed pleased with herself. I couldn't chide her and I didn't know if I should praise her for the gift. Instead I grabbed an empty cup, scooped the beast and dropped it outside in the sunlight. Either the wasp would be warmed and find its way home or simply die without any additional torment from a small white cat with black spots.
ow ow ow
Did you hear about the dyslexic nerd?
He waited in line for five months to see Revenge of the Shit.
He waited in line for five months to see Revenge of the Shit.
boring
It's pretty sad when my life is so boring that I can't even do a roman à clef with the provided materials.
My fallacy is thinking that everyone knows what's going on with my life therefore it's boring. The latter is true while the former is simply an assumption.
