August 06, 2003 - 11:47 a.m.
A few days ago I was on AIM with Colin and this gigantic spider came crawling toward my desk. Spiders scare the shit out of me, so I told Colin to wait a second, that I had to kill a spider.
"No, it hasn't done anything to you. Just let it out."
Against my will, I spared the spider's life. And then it came crawling towards me. It was too much, so I took a bunch of CD cases and chucked them at the spider. Finally, the case for my brother's Spiderman game hit the poor bastard. Squish.
I guess that's what you would call ironic, really.
I appologized to Colin for killing Spidey, and he said I should go bury him. So I bent down and removed the Spiderman case. Poor Spidey. He was all mushed up and gross. I put the case back down on the floor.
The next day, someone had picked up the case, but Spidey was still on the ground. He's was all dry and shriveled up, and I made a mental note to bury him the next day.
I didn't. Spidey was still lying on my carpet. I wondered if I was now guilty of homocide since I had murdered a spider. Maybe it would be classified as Arachnocide.
So today I come downstairs, planning to pick Spidey up and give him a proper burial, but alas, Spidey has been stolen. Ths grieves me very much, and I feel I will never get the closure I need to go on with my life.
Oh yes, and baseball sucks. I always thought there was 10 innings in a game. Yesturday someone told me it was only 9. Add this piece of information with Spidey's unfortunate casket-robbing, and I am quite confused.
Anyways, the game last night was boring. The Marlins beat the Cardinals 4-0. We suck. And what the hell is a Marlin?
