I’m disgusted by what I see in the forecast: not a drop of rain and temperatures that start with 9. I just murdered a big-ass spider in my foyer. Why was there a big-ass spider in my foyer? Funny, dear reader, I asked myself that exact question about a half a second before I dispatched the creature back to the hell from whence it came. I guess will never know.
I wish I was in Norway. There aren’t any spiders in Norway.
N.P.: “Everything” – Sunset Neon
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