So, it's night, and I'm downstairs...
... waiting for my bedsheets to be washed by Mister Washing Machine and dried by Miss Dryer. They're best friends, but not lovers, and everyone suspects that Mister Washing Machine is gay for Mister Sink, who lives next door... Okay. Let's start over.
It's night and I'm downstairs waiting for my bedsheets to be washed and dried because I'm a paranoid freak. I'm lying in bed when this little spider crawls by. Fine. Okay. I love spiders, but I'm sort of aggravated when they're in my bed. I let it go and continue reading my book. Fine. Okay. A few hours and five million mint kit kat bars later, I come back, flip over my pillow (I've no idea why), and there's this HUGE-ASS spider. And I'm assuming this is a different spider, unless spiders can grow like that in two hours. I let out this bloodcurdling scream, which, frankly, is hurting my throat to this minute. Afraid that these spiders may have laid eggs on my bed, I'm washing my sheets. I know it won't do any good if they laid it somewhere else. I'm screwed.
I'm sick-- again. This really is the billionth time this year. I don't know what's gotten into me, but I've been feeling crappy 84% of this year. The only happy thing I can say is that my kleenex box is green! How wicked is that? I think I'm running out of tissues. Vicks VapoRub is heaven. It's soooo good. Damn, I was just sick less than two weeks ago. My body is just not up to it this year. Let's see, in the year 2006, I've developed asthma, an allergy for dairy (I LOVE cheese and milk), and I've been sick so much. What the hell?
I bought the new Jay-Z album. He's so cool. Oh, and I've lost my Beyonce, Justin Timberlake, Kaskade, and Regina Spektor CD, but I found it today! It was in my Borders bag this whole time!
I love program Paint. It's so simple, yet you can draw a spider to add visual context to your story.
