Tell me am I right to think
That there could be nothing better...
Than coming come at night
And having a fucking scary spider crawl out of your pillow just as your settling i-in.
(yes, i stole this cutesy idea from erik... i am not ashamed.)
Spiders so do not rule.
I don't know where the scary thing went. It's probably still on my bed, crawling up the side - waiting for its chance to bite me in my sleep, leaving a slightly-red welt on my cheek for me to wake up to in the morning.
Heck, that is if the bite doesn't include an injection of deadly-spider venom - as I'm sure this thing was a brown recluse spider, and its bite will leave a seemingly mild red mark, which will fester into a gaping, gangrenous hole in my face, leaving me in an endless state of grief - getting stares from strangers at my horrible disfigurement - as they shield their young, impressionable children's faces - protecting them from my hideousness - this hideous, gaping, spider-bite hole - and, of course, my... eh, nevermind, nobody cares.... I should totally be asleep right now I am tiiiiireddddd!
Stupid spider.
