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rivalkidneypunch) wrote2008-07-31 12:24 am
rivalkidneypunch) wrote2008-07-31 12:24 am
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Man, Rasputin's just growin' like crazy. It's gettin' hard to find rocks big enough for 'im.
I've taught him to roll over, play dead, shake, and spit web on command. He's a total genius. Or he'll just do anythin' for a chunk of raw meat. Either or.
He sure ain't goin' hungry, though. He's built a web in the tree outside my window and so far I've counted him snarin' three birds, a chipmunk,somebody's cat, and... I think it's some kind of possum? Apparently it's s'posed to be a bad idea to let him hang around outdoors like that, but I'm certain Rasputin'd never run away on me. He knows all them other kids are keepin' their spiders in fishtanks and boxes and shit.
Anyway, he sleeps indoors. I let him take the other bed, since nobody's usin' it an' all, but he seems just as happy underneath it as on top of it. Wonder how long it'll be before he's too big to fit?
If there's one thing Rasputin's gotta work on, it's his speed. Maybe it's just because he's got that rock draggin' behind him, or maybe it's just that spiders are slow, but... with that many legs, you'd think they'd be quicker. I've found out he's got decent defense in the front, but his back's wide open. Definitely gonna work on his footwork.
...Oy, Kirlia, you're a danseur. You got any tips on how to help Rasputin be a bit more agile?
Sheesh. I've been so busy trainin' Rasputin that I've barely done shit for myself lately.
Not like I can really do much 'til this stupid patch comes off, anyhow.I swear to god, if it turns out I'm permanently blind I'm gonna
Looks retarded as helland now I've got a huge blind spot and no depth perception. I keep smackin' into shit.
Maybe I need to find myself a new hobby.
I've taught him to roll over, play dead, shake, and spit web on command. He's a total genius. Or he'll just do anythin' for a chunk of raw meat. Either or.
He sure ain't goin' hungry, though. He's built a web in the tree outside my window and so far I've counted him snarin' three birds, a chipmunk,
Anyway, he sleeps indoors. I let him take the other bed, since nobody's usin' it an' all, but he seems just as happy underneath it as on top of it. Wonder how long it'll be before he's too big to fit?
If there's one thing Rasputin's gotta work on, it's his speed. Maybe it's just because he's got that rock draggin' behind him, or maybe it's just that spiders are slow, but... with that many legs, you'd think they'd be quicker. I've found out he's got decent defense in the front, but his back's wide open. Definitely gonna work on his footwork.
...Oy, Kirlia, you're a danseur. You got any tips on how to help Rasputin be a bit more agile?
Sheesh. I've been so busy trainin' Rasputin that I've barely done shit for myself lately.
Not like I can really do much 'til this stupid patch comes off, anyhow.
Looks retarded as hell
--
Fuuuuuuck.
Ain't gonna let it get to me. Didn't mean nothin', she said it herself.
Not a big deal. Not like we were all serious or nothin'. We went on one date.
And anyway, I ain't even so sure that I'm all head over heels. Maybe I ain't. Maybe I could care less. I mean, hell. She hated me when we first met. Shouldn't bother me at all, right?
Just... every single time, I just ain't good enough. Why the hell -- Christ, I'mna kick that mime's ass!
...No, that ain't... it don't bother me. Not at all. Ain't worth my time.
Fuck.
Fuuuuuuck.
Ain't gonna let it get to me. Didn't mean nothin', she said it herself.
Not a big deal. Not like we were all serious or nothin'. We went on one date.
And anyway, I ain't even so sure that I'm all head over heels. Maybe I ain't. Maybe I could care less. I mean, hell. She hated me when we first met. Shouldn't bother me at all, right?
Just... every single time, I just ain't good enough. Why the hell -- Christ, I'mna kick that mime's ass!
...No, that ain't... it don't bother me. Not at all. Ain't worth my time.
Fuck.