Well, so much for sleep tonight.
I think, starting tomorrow, I should begin a search for a boyfriend if only so that I don't have to spend 30 minutes trying to kill the biggest fucking Discovery Channel jungle spider that was over my kitchen sink and making me burst into tears, ever, ever again. I hate bugs. I hate them. I do not want them in my old house. I do not like having to see them on television or in person, alive or dead--though I prefer them to be dead.
It's such a silly thing to be afraid of, but I am, and I know it's ridiculous and I'm trying hard to fight the urge to call someone to help calm me, because it's embarrassing and I don't want to burden anyone with anything, particularly this. But oh, Christ. I could swear that spider was eating a Buffalo wing when I turned on the light.
I think, starting tomorrow, I should begin a search for a boyfriend if only so that I don't have to spend 30 minutes trying to kill the biggest fucking Discovery Channel jungle spider that was over my kitchen sink and making me burst into tears, ever, ever again. I hate bugs. I hate them. I do not want them in my old house. I do not like having to see them on television or in person, alive or dead--though I prefer them to be dead.
It's such a silly thing to be afraid of, but I am, and I know it's ridiculous and I'm trying hard to fight the urge to call someone to help calm me, because it's embarrassing and I don't want to burden anyone with anything, particularly this. But oh, Christ. I could swear that spider was eating a Buffalo wing when I turned on the light.
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but mainly only to mow my lawn.
I screamed like a 12 year old girl for about five minutes. To this day she tells my boss she doesn't want the "girly-man" to drive her anymore.
I feel your pain.