chakh le ho chakh le ye raat shahad hai chakh le.

[rocknload]

My siblings have a pet spider named Peter, who lives in the bathroom window. They don't feed him or anything, so Peter has to fend for himself, but he's still getting a good deal out of this adoption—for a spider, his permanent home in the shower must be a pretty sweet place to live. He's indoors during rough weather. He can bask in the sun or crawl into the shade. The window provides an endless supply of flies. He's safe from any kind of predator, because even the cats can't jump that high, and the ban on web smashing means all he has to do is maintenance work, unlike wild spiders who must constantly rebuild. He sometimes expands his web, I guess when the mood strikes him. He also gets an excellent view of my parent's landscaped front yard, though I don't know if he notices or cares about that.

Peter lives a life of spider leisure.

This means I have to wash my hair with that thing about seven inches in front of my face.

I've probably mentioned him before, but now he's becoming alarmingly permanent, and I thought he was dead this morning, until I was reminded that spiders shed their exoskeleton when they grow. He's not a small spider anymore. Killing Peter was of course never an option—I've never intentionally killed a thing in my life and I'm not going to start with my kid sister's adored pet—but now I don't think I'll ever be able to move him outside.

Comments

[unicorn]

I am good at deducing! And you suuuuuuck. I'd talk about it more if I didn't have to get this done. I could talk about it a lot.

[rocknload.livejournal.com]

Huh. I suppose I'm missing out!

[unicorn]

You definitely are.

[rocknload.livejournal.com]

I could probably write a comment about it in your place, I'm not exactly thrilled with this, but I know there's no point in going to bed now.

[unicorn]

D:

[rocknload.livejournal.com]

All I have to do tomorrow is travel to Tucson, do some work for my dad, attention Chinese class, take a vocabulary quiz, write a script for my speaking performance, finish my Spanish essay, attend dance class, and study for a midterm which takes place the following morning at nine-thirty. It's ... how can it be hard.

[unicorn]

...

[rocknload.livejournal.com]

It will be awesome don't you understand.

[unicorn]

. . .

[rocknload.livejournal.com]

I'll probably whine a lot tomorrow in your general direction. You might not know this, but you're actually contractually obligated to be at least half-heartedly sympathetic, regardless of whether or not I'm at fault for this.

[unicorn]

...

*pats*

Good thing I charged my cell phone and everything.

[rocknload.livejournal.com]

Augh, I've been looking for mine for the last twenty minutes. If I can't find it, I'm not going to be getting much sleep for a really long time. I've been calling it and I know it's on but I can't fucking hear it anywhere!

[unicorn]

Dammit, what is it with you and those things? Want me to text it?

[rocknload.livejournal.com]

My mother says she knows where it is, so I might be in the clear on that. Unfortunately my iPod is also missing, and being a week without it is horrible beyond comprehension.

[unicorn]

DDDDDX

[rocknload.livejournal.com]

I WILL HAVE TO WALK AROUND CAMPUS WITHOUT MUSIC DROWNING OUT EVERY INANE CONVERSATION

HOW CAN I FUNCTION THIS WAY

[unicorn]

Laugh at them instead?

[rocknload.livejournal.com]

The headphones are what I do instead of laughing! Because I do laugh. Out loud. Obviously, at times.

[unicorn]

Nothing intrinsically wrong with that.

[rocknload.livejournal.com]

People think it's rude, mostly.

[unicorn]

Do you know them?

It occurs to me that maybe I'm not the best person to give advice on this. Anyway, I'm off to class.

[rocknload.livejournal.com]

The people who are horrified by my lack of social graces? Quite often, actually, yes.

GOOD LUCK