my room is a mess and its crawling with these fucking spiders that i refused to kill because i thought it would've been mean and inhumane to kill them. but these spiders are like those damn uoft squirrels that have gotten too used to human contact so it takes them a few seconds to realize you're shooing them away and not offering them food. these spiders invade my sleeping space and it freaks me out.
but i wont kill them... i can live with them for another four days.
i remember on st patty's day and jason was telling a story to me and erica. i was on the bed and i looked down and a fucking spider crawled out from under me, and i was like "did you fucks see that? there was a fucking spider on me!" and he went "oh pssh." and continued telling his damn story.
these fucking spiders will always win.