Ahhhhhh!
There's some sort of animal skittering around in the walls. I can hear it. It's a definite skittering noise (very loud, sounds bigger than mice). I don't know how it got in the walls but it's definitely in there. Not outside, not inside, but in the walls. Probably living in some little hidey hole. I guess a hidey hole would be logical (logic? what's that?) and it's probably nesting in there and giving birth to an army of small creatures whose mission it is to nibble on my feet. I put some shoes on just in case the birthing happens tonight. Ha! You won't be nibbling on my toes tonight, chumps. Go to Subway or something and get their Atkins special if you're hungry.
Crap...it probably is mice. But SuperMice or something. Really gigantic ratpeople with sharp teeth and antlers and scales.
Damn, I'm so sick of this carb obsession the nation is under the spell of. Screw it, I'm just going to go around and gobble up carbs like Ms. Pac Man with her snazzy pink bow making blip blip beep noises everywhere. I figure these diet/exercise fads just go around in a circle anyways so I'm just going to go out and get my legwarmers and Jane Fonda workout videos ready for when that comes around again.
The skittering has stopped for the moment. Maybe the evil thing went to sleep or bumped his head on the wall, knocking him unconscious. Or maybe he's drawing up some elaborate battle plans that involve capturing my toes to bring back to his God, Talfozore. I'm going for the latter.
I'm all for animals, though, really. In 6th grade I had this fantasy about playing the flute and going into the forest where I would play so beautifully that all these delightful little woodland creatures would come out and just stare at me in awe & wonder. That dream ended abruptly when I tried to play the flute and absolutely nothing came out.
Oh and another thing to show that I really love animals....last weekend I was feeling all mopey and depressed and my body was all out of whack (my left lower eyelid kept twitching and my right hand would occassionally start twitching/shaking. Perhaps a side effect from eating too many carbs? Oops) and I thought to myself "I want to watch a happy movie with animals where everything is happy and animals are cute and do cute things but not so cute that I feel like throwing up!" which I never actually did. Instead I watched some of Dante's Peak because there was lots of lava and a dog that got saved because the dog always gets saved. Hey, I'm glad the dog gets saved in those movies but it's funny how there can be a ton of people getting killed but when the dog's in danger we're all "Noooo!! Run, doggie, run!!" and then breathe a sigh of relief when he's safe even while a person is getting trampled by Godzilla or something.
I don't think that dog counted towards the cute animals thing I was looking for though since it didn't talk or frolic about.
I just don't like animals when they're hidden and skittering around at 2:30am plotting my death is all.
Crap...it probably is mice. But SuperMice or something. Really gigantic ratpeople with sharp teeth and antlers and scales.
Damn, I'm so sick of this carb obsession the nation is under the spell of. Screw it, I'm just going to go around and gobble up carbs like Ms. Pac Man with her snazzy pink bow making blip blip beep noises everywhere. I figure these diet/exercise fads just go around in a circle anyways so I'm just going to go out and get my legwarmers and Jane Fonda workout videos ready for when that comes around again.
The skittering has stopped for the moment. Maybe the evil thing went to sleep or bumped his head on the wall, knocking him unconscious. Or maybe he's drawing up some elaborate battle plans that involve capturing my toes to bring back to his God, Talfozore. I'm going for the latter.
I'm all for animals, though, really. In 6th grade I had this fantasy about playing the flute and going into the forest where I would play so beautifully that all these delightful little woodland creatures would come out and just stare at me in awe & wonder. That dream ended abruptly when I tried to play the flute and absolutely nothing came out.
Oh and another thing to show that I really love animals....last weekend I was feeling all mopey and depressed and my body was all out of whack (my left lower eyelid kept twitching and my right hand would occassionally start twitching/shaking. Perhaps a side effect from eating too many carbs? Oops) and I thought to myself "I want to watch a happy movie with animals where everything is happy and animals are cute and do cute things but not so cute that I feel like throwing up!" which I never actually did. Instead I watched some of Dante's Peak because there was lots of lava and a dog that got saved because the dog always gets saved. Hey, I'm glad the dog gets saved in those movies but it's funny how there can be a ton of people getting killed but when the dog's in danger we're all "Noooo!! Run, doggie, run!!" and then breathe a sigh of relief when he's safe even while a person is getting trampled by Godzilla or something.
I don't think that dog counted towards the cute animals thing I was looking for though since it didn't talk or frolic about.
I just don't like animals when they're hidden and skittering around at 2:30am plotting my death is all.