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I only have time for a quick update... since I am stealing my neighbor's internet, and I am not quite sure how long it will last!
I moved down south... well of the 60. I am now less than 15 minutes away from work and loving my commute. I have a small studio and love living alone... sometimes. When it comes down to it, I am a total chicken. The other day I decided I didn't like the way my "bedroom" was set up and I wanted to rearrange. As I moved my bed, I discovered that I had a pet I didn't know about- man, I would have really freaked if it was a lizard, but it wasn't- there on the window sill sat my pet moth. Oh, but it wasn't just any moth- this was the Godzilla of all moths- it literally was monsterous. I did what any sane woman would do and ran to the kitchen to get a cup to put over it. Instantly, I decided that was no good. See, I would have to wait for it to suffocate, then I would have to dispose of it's body. This was no good. So, my next plan of action was a shoe- no good either. After, I smoosh my pet with my cute yellow flats, I would have to figure out how to wash the monster's body off the bottom... now I know why women get married.
What did I end up doing?! I know you're in suspense aren't you...
I used the next best thing- I rolled up a three week old issue of People and really let the bat sized creature have it with the face of some poor celebrity on the cover. Then, I vacuumed up the body and threw the magazine away. However, grief hit me after I had finished the job. I sat on the edge of my bed sad and depressed. I threw away the magazine with out completing the crossword puzzle in the back. Just terrible.
I only have time for a quick update... since I am stealing my neighbor's internet, and I am not quite sure how long it will last!
I moved down south... well of the 60. I am now less than 15 minutes away from work and loving my commute. I have a small studio and love living alone... sometimes. When it comes down to it, I am a total chicken. The other day I decided I didn't like the way my "bedroom" was set up and I wanted to rearrange. As I moved my bed, I discovered that I had a pet I didn't know about- man, I would have really freaked if it was a lizard, but it wasn't- there on the window sill sat my pet moth. Oh, but it wasn't just any moth- this was the Godzilla of all moths- it literally was monsterous. I did what any sane woman would do and ran to the kitchen to get a cup to put over it. Instantly, I decided that was no good. See, I would have to wait for it to suffocate, then I would have to dispose of it's body. This was no good. So, my next plan of action was a shoe- no good either. After, I smoosh my pet with my cute yellow flats, I would have to figure out how to wash the monster's body off the bottom... now I know why women get married.
What did I end up doing?! I know you're in suspense aren't you...
I used the next best thing- I rolled up a three week old issue of People and really let the bat sized creature have it with the face of some poor celebrity on the cover. Then, I vacuumed up the body and threw the magazine away. However, grief hit me after I had finished the job. I sat on the edge of my bed sad and depressed. I threw away the magazine with out completing the crossword puzzle in the back. Just terrible.
