I call pretty much any illness "the swine" now.


Yeah, I'm sick, and watching Heroes, because I refused to watch it when it was acutually popular.

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this isn't very insightful, and I'll feel differently in a month or so but I really hate where I've moved. There's always some obnoxious baby crying or a squirrel screaming right by our window, by far, those are my least favorite sounds. There are always grasshoppers getting inside and the toilet has a nasty habit of overflowing. There as bell next to our door that's meant to be a doorbell and inside it are two gigantic garden spiders. I've named them Nessa and Jase so that I'm not as grossed out by them. I think Nessa is already preggers...baby spiders in my apartment. uhhhhhhh. I haven't killed them yet because they catch moths.
END RANT.

Whatevs, I gotta go.