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There is a fucking huge spider in the kitchen. Seriously, it's the size of the palm of my hand.
Well, maybe only half that big, but still too big for my liking.
It's standing on the floor right in front of the fridge, too. There's no way to get passed it, and both my housemates are out. I'm eating takeout because I'm too scared to get food out of the fridge. I want a glass of milk and some pie, but noooo, that fucking spider has to stand there and foil all my plans.
I hope Estella gets back soon. I really want that pie.
Well, maybe only half that big, but still too big for my liking.
It's standing on the floor right in front of the fridge, too. There's no way to get passed it, and both my housemates are out. I'm eating takeout because I'm too scared to get food out of the fridge. I want a glass of milk and some pie, but noooo, that fucking spider has to stand there and foil all my plans.
I hope Estella gets back soon. I really want that pie.