Friday, March 12, 2010
This Post is Brought to You by Spiders. And Logic.
I stayed up until 6:00 AM because when I tried to go to bed, I found two spiders on my blanket and I thought maybe there were more and maybe the entire blanket was full of spiders, so I put my blanket out in the hall and then waited for Boyfriend to wake up and go to work so I could use his sleeping bag which I arbitrarily decided was spider-proof. It seemed perfectly logical at the time. Anyway, I woke up at ten and I thought it was at least noon, but no. It was ten. And then I was like "Shit. I only got four hours of sleep for no reason." And that's why I'm posting some of my drawings that I found on my computer instead of a real blog post.
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Last night, the fan was blowing my loose hairs all over my face and so I had a NIGHTMARE about spiders crawling all over my face and in my mouth and MURDERING me. I woke up in a tizzy. The moral of this story: I feel your pain.~Amanda
ReplyDeleteTo tie into your last post... Maybe there wouldn't be so many spiders if you cleaned more. But this is coming from the same person who found a dried up months old piece of banana under her piano the other day, so there might be no scientific correlation between spiders and cleaning. Really I'm just being a smartass.
ReplyDeleteyeah sleeping bags are spider proof but they are not cockroach proof. oops for you.
ReplyDeleteBoobs would be so useful if they provided transportation.
ReplyDeleteIs that Boyfriend inside the box? ;D
ReplyDeleteYou know, birds eat bugs sometimes. Maybe you should have kept the dinosaur goose around and he could have eaten all of your spiders. Of course, seeing as goose poop is bigger than spider poop (do spiders poop?) that might not be the best idea.
ReplyDeleteDear Meat Sweets,Everybody Poops. There's even a book about it.
ReplyDeleteYeah. They're still boobs. Hide them as much as you want. I see them! Hahaha!*ahem* Anyway, good luck with your war on spiders. I am assuming it's becoming a war, not just paranoia.
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ReplyDeleteHahahahahaha. A boobcycle. (:
ReplyDeleteI'm relatively new to your blog but let me just say your drawings really got me hooked. The boobicycle made my day!:)Ps. I hate spiders.
ReplyDeleteMaybe you need to get a bird. Don't birds eat spiders?
ReplyDeleteI don't blame you, sister. Yesterday hubby and I went out for a nice lunch and a movie. As we walked out of the theater I looked at my coat, which was over my arm, and this freaking HUGE (caps just for you) cockroach was on my coat! I screamed and threw the coat on the ground. Hubby picked it up and shook it out and the thing crawled away. For the next hour I had the heeby-jeebies!! That thing could have eaten me in one bite!
ReplyDeleteI agree with Tony. Boobcycle! It's fun to ride while eating your boobcicles!
ReplyDeleteI love your blog!!! You are one of the most funniest people I've ever met in the whole freakin' world!!!I am totally following your blog*!-Missy May*I had to say Blog because if I said Following you, You would know I'm a stalker!
ReplyDeleteGet a cat. Cats don't eat spiders but they bat them around with their pointy ends and eventually kill them.
ReplyDeleteBEST COMMENT: "Boobs would be so useful if they provided transportation." - Sarah PSO FUNNYYYYY!!!!!!and i totally decided the other day that I want to start a boobie cult....and my friend suggested we go to a "tittie temple"....it's GENIUS. Who wants to join my cult and be one of my minions??? BOOBS4EVA!! LOLOLOh and allie...I TOTALLY loved that you were all like "just kidding, it's a bike" LOLOL PRICELESS!!!! I LOL'D big time on that!!!
ReplyDeleteI would be extra careful and move your bed. Like, to another room. Just in case.
ReplyDeleteAllie - There is a giant centipede in my shower right now, preventing me from getting clean. I thought to myself while I had a little stare down with him, "What Would Allie Do"? Much like wwjd, but better. Anyways, I wasn't exactly sure what your next step would be, though I imagined it involved not showering, or entering the bathroom again. I might have to pee outside in the woods much like you did with the closet skeleton... What action do you suggest?
ReplyDeleteOooh. I'm with you on the spiders. I once woke up to a spider crawling on my arm (though before I saw it I was thinking, "that feels like a spider, but it's probably just some fuzz tickling me" and then it was actually a spider. Now I always pick up my pillow before I get in bed to make sure there isn't a spider under it.
ReplyDeleteIt's actually a bike for boobs. And I love spiders. Honestly. I even save them when I find them in the house, and greet them and make my house their home. Does that make me weird?? Didn't think so.
ReplyDeleteI'm getting better about spiders, but after some time spent in Africa surrounded by truly spectacular cockroaches, the mere sound of them scuttling across the floor would have me in a hotel for a week.And I totally wish I could use my boobs as transportation.
ReplyDeleteI recently had something similar happen to me except my bed WAS actually full of spiders. I was about to go to sleep one night, when I saw a few tiny spiders on my blanket. I got up and looked at the foot of the bed and there were several dozen more. Then my eyes moved to the basket of freshly cleaned and folded laundry, and guess what...teaming with tiny spiders. I'm pretty sure an egg sac of baby spiders had just hatched ON my bed. Now usually, I hate killing spiders. I will take them outside or just leave them, but there were 100 baby spiders crawling all over my bed, and I wanted to go to sleep. So I spent the next hour and a half on a spider killing rampage with some tissues. I then spent the night on my futon in the next room, and washed my sheets and vacuumed very thoroughly in the morning. It was super traumatic.
ReplyDeleteMy fraternity almost used a design almost exactly that of your boob-cycle for our annual Ride for a Cure (for breast cancer research)
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