Showing posts with label Peeing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Peeing. Show all posts

With Regard To My Newborn Arachnid Kids.

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Posted by Juané 4:04 PM

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SERIOUSLY. WHAT. THE. FUCK.
I just want to pee okay.
Please.

SWEET BABY JESUS


Honestly, what did I ever do to you. It's not like I kill you guys, I don't go close enough. Is it 'cause I accidentally might have doomed you? And I totally don't mean DOOM because well, shut up okay. I DON'T DESERVE THIS. Look at that guy, so fucking non-chalant, just chilling there, taunting the shit out of me. Just like bloody Mexicans, with their Piñatas and sombreros and that little mouse guy. Yeah that Speedy Gonzales. With their Sweet Baby Jesus. Man, I hate spiders.

Update: So, my brother just came to me and asked me if I had DOOMed the spider. My reply? No, no, I haven't. He's all: 'It's curled into a ball'. I get excited, seeing as I've been waiting three hours to pee. He goes in, lifts up the spider a bit, yeah it moved. So I ran away screaming like a 3 year old girl calmly walked back to my computer chair.

On a completely unrelated note:

theboyinthestripedpajamas


Probably one of THE most depressing yet amazingly shocking movies I've seen in a long time. I'm still pretty keen to read the book, which I might do sooner than later now. A shockingly sad tale of a little German boy be-friending a Jewish kid in a concentration camp. Watch this when you feel like watching something good. Yet if you feel sad or not up to much. Then hide the knives and stay away from movies like these.

On a completely second unrelated note.

Last night I made a batsignal for my lamp. needless to say I broke my lamp five minutes before I could try it out.

Idiotic love
Little-J.

Arachnophobia.

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Posted by Juané 6:33 PM

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I really am not happy right now.

It's 3:35 AM, I'm unable to sleep and I'm being outsmarted by a spider. A spider. Seriously. THE FUCK?! So, let me tell you. I've been trying to sleep for the past four hours, 'cause well, I have work tomorrow, and I was thinking maybe I can get a little exercise in the morning. So finally after watching a whole season of The War At Home I finally felt sleepy. Now I get ready for bed all dressed in pajamas and such and I want to wee. (yeah whatever, it's not ladylike to talk about weeing.) So I open my door and there it is.

don't you dare judge me, that thing is huge okay.


With it's eight, EIGHT FUCKING HAIRY LEGS. WHAT DO YOU NEED EIGHT LEGS FOR?!?! SERIOUSLY! FUCKING? I DOUBT IT! Then It's million -goddamn million- eyes and that damn attitude. "So unholy" Anyway, now I'm all okay spider, let's get this party started. So I skillfully take an a2 mounting board and figure, man I could probably just make enough wind to blow it away.

(TIP OF THE WEEK: Wind does not blow spiders away, it seemingly irritates them and makes them want to seek revenge at mother nature, or the idiot with the mounting board.)


Anyway, So then I'm all, how about I just try sleep. So I get in bed, put on The Wombats and try to fall asleep, but first. I think to myself, well seeing as I'm so unhappy about this, I think I'll change my Facebook status. My phone has chosen the spider's side, because it won't let me on Facebook. Myspace? Totally. Facebook, no way. So I had to switch my pc back on, that's when the shit began.

facebook has @tags now.


Now I updated my status and had another thought, seeing as my pc is on, I'm blogging about this hairy fucker. So I get my camera out, put on my macro lens and open my bedroom door. HELL YES, SPIDER MOVED. But still no safe distance to go wee, yet I decide to still take a photo.

(TIP OF THE WEEK TWO: Flashes and bright lights make the spider happy/angry, he runs towards those, and the idiot carrying the camera.)

Needless to say. I just checked again, I don't know where it is. I have this strange feeling that it's somehow gotten into my bed-sheets and started breeding. If I never blog again, you'll know why. Also if I never pee again, it would be for the same reason...

On a lighter note: NOW IN STORES.
YOSHITA
that's right, your shitter.

not really in stores, sorr.


UPDATE: I JUST WEE-D, mildly followed by images of the spider climbing up my spine and paralyzing me. It's 4:06, the spider may have won over my upcoming nightmares, but he has not defeated my will to pee. That's right spider. I WILL PEE! EVEN IF IT'S THE LAST THING I DO. (please don't kill me, please.)

I broke the seal.

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Posted by Juané 6:15 AM

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So I wake up this morning. Now I'm really buggered from lack of sleep but THE FUCK. I want to party.
I haven't wanted to party in like two bloody damn months. Yes anyway.

So at about eleven I decide that it's bloody party day. I mean come on. It's friday and I really feel like going out getting shit-faced and enjoying it. So I sms friend number one. And get this shit, he already has plans to go out tonight. What a deeck. anyway. I sms friend number two and I'm like, so what're we doing tonight? "Dunno, but i'll come over after class." Sweet deal, I have cane. "I'll buy creme soda, be there in ten." WHAT IT'S NOT PARTY TIME YET??!?!?! But okay cool.

So she comes we party, we cane train, we finish 250ML of cane, well mostly me, seeing as I'm probably either a raging alcoholic, a stingy jew or just a very fast drinker.... (and she's on antibiotics.)
Eitherway, I think I'm brilliant.

Look this is what I drank today:



So anyway buddy Phil, yeah dude, I so totally spoke about you and mentioned how fucking bonkers 3OH!3 is in a car, and those fucking noodles and milkshakes, and accident and hitting kids with cars: SHIT!

Anyway buddy Phil points out that I'm saying some amazing sentences... here is proof of like three of those...



And well of course he said yes.... So naturally...



And then this shit happened, and I felt mildly bad, and yet mildly awesome:



And then on MSN I was all chuffed thinking shit, I'm a pretty girl apparently I need to do some pretty girl shit, and be all girl like....

Yeah that lasted about five seconds:



Naturally, I have concluded that I'm crude, and then I was like, hey Phil what's that status where you once had the word crude in. So we both start looking for this, I'm like HEY BITCH DID YOU DELETE IT. Turns out he didn't, turns out it was the word crass.

Anyway, so on the drive home (we went to buy LARVA) [really Phil, larva is an AMAZING word] and went to get Macdonalds. So on the way back I try throw the packet out of the window into and open dust bin, needless to say I missed and the car behind us found it amazingly hilarious.

Off to pee.
♥
Little-J.

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