Wednesday, February 23, 2005 |
All he does is lurk under my hot water pipes and wait for a juicy ankle to go by that he can feast on... Four things which desperately need to be done in my apartment, but I just can't bring myself to do because I'm just a tad squeamish...
And yes, I know I'm supposed to be posting about my grandmother calling my cousin a whore...but I don't feel like it today. I'm sure that you're all horribly, horribly disappointed. Or something. Edited to add: I poked at the wormy things in my tank 35 minutes ago, and my right calf muscle has now been twitching for exactly 35 minutes... I'm hoping that it's a stress twitch (most recently hack-blogged about by my former BQ caucus-mate, Sarah Colpitts), but I'm wondering if the wormy things have made their way into my system... . Liberated at 6:31 p.m. | |
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