today i solved one of my life's most haunting mysteries. when we first moved into this house (1997), we found, in the closet that now holds all my clothes, the creepiest looking bug i've ever seen. i freaked out, we killed it, never again did we see any other of it's type. since that day, the fear and uncomfortability i face my own home due to this horrible insect (particularly while putting on shoes that have been in closets) has immensely restricted my happiness and security. how did i know it wasn't an alien being? i'd never seen one before, and i'd never seen one since. it could have had all sorts of venom and intergalactic poison in it's fangs (if it had fangs). all kinds of bad. that awful little bug, just lurking in the crevices of my own home, the most evil that could fit in two inches of insect. just horrible. i recently saw someone's picture of the same critter, and they had called it a "potato bug." i googled it. and sure enough, tha...
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I can never decide whether I like Jane Eyre or not. My favorite character is probably St. John. Weird, eh?
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