May 18, 2006 21:51
Sitting down to type I placed my glass on a spider. By freak accident I'm a murderer. I see the benefit of spiders being alive so I normally wrap them in a napkin and release them into the wild. I do the same for flies and moths, not that they have any value to me but it's not really up to me who lives and dies. But as some writer who is escaping me right now said, 'anyone who can hold a frying pan owns death'. Oh well, when I go I probably wouldn't mind being crushed by a massive gin and tonic, that or fighting a bear while wailing on an air guitar would be cool.
I drew an ms paint version of me in Munch's The Scream. It won't upload.
I got my grades today, one class short of straight A's.
There's too much to type.