apparently, here in nashville, we have green crickets. i always thought crickets were black, and grasshoppers were green, but i stand corrected. i know this because every night there is a cricket in my room making his little crickety noises. and then i kill him (if i can reach, otherwise it's like a comedy of errors involving the broom and the cricket landing on my head and i'd prefer not to talk about it). and then in the morning there is another cricket. every day. currently there is one sitting on the frame of our lady of fatima above the bookcase and i guess it'll just say there dammit.
in other news: who else watched 'sons of anarchy' last night? homg. i know they're all about the "viewer discretion is advised", but holy shit, way to start the season off with
gang rape. now i know why henry rollins said no one was going to like his character. he makes me feel kind of sick now.