Jul 12, 2005 23:27
I just got packing for my trip to mexico this friday. I'm so fucking excited it hurts. I don't even need birthday presents, this is enough for me. It wasn't even planned for my birthday, that's just when the reservations were made. What a spectacular coincidence.
Pat thinks I have a strange problem. Whenever I see bugs I either hesitate to kill them or don't kill them at all. Especially little spiders. This excludes cockroaches and bugs that attack me. They can get crispy in the firey dooms of hell. I do admit I feel bad when a cockroach is on his back wiggling around, and that's only because I put myself in his shoes. It seems like a terrible feeling. I don't know what's wrong with me. I feel like this huge monster that is killing a tiny little creature.
Golly gee, I know that sounds so strange. It's very creepy.
my baby soma is kicking in.
"peace motherfuckers" - my friend john's 2 yr. old daughter