mrcrisp

i caught a spider (a golden silk orb-weaver) for a girl today. i don't hate spiders, but they creep the hell out of me. i got stronger today, just by catching that giant bastard. too bad i didn't catch the girl. she was excited, at first, at the prospect of me actually catching one, enthusiastically texting me throughout the day. by the end of the day, though, when she finally showed up, she was already high and indifferent, more inclined to play rockband than talk to me. she was hot, though. fucking girls.

i've been a emotional roller-coaster lately, but mainly i've been feeling pretty low. i feel dejected, rejected, and unattractive. haven't slept in my bed in two weeks, and i've been drinking had as soon as i get off work. there's a hurricane coming (even three, perhaps), and there's a chance i'll have to involuntarily transfer to another command temporarily until it all blows over. i've been too busy drinking and catching spiders to pack and secure my shit in case i need to beat feet. right now, i could honestly care less.

okay, back to drinking. i'd go drink with my friends, but i'm afraid of accidentally talking about my feelings with them. fucking feelings.