so my birthday came and went and i don't really feel any different to how i did yesterday.
not that i was expecting so huge-ass major transformation...but a little tingle of difference would have been nice..heh..a little tingle of anything would be nice.

speaking of tingle...today i had a rather traumatic experience involving quite a large huntsman..
(i associate this with tingling...because i got the same kind of tingling sensation that i can only imagine heart attack patients get)..
anyway...this morning mum and i drove into town so that we could have a birthday lunch together before i headed off to work..and on our way, i noticed something moving on the windscreen...it was a spider...and because he was on the outside i wasn't particularly worried...but once i turned my wipers on to flick him off and he didn't move, i realised that this fucker was on the INSIDE...
so very cool, calm, collected and carefully i crossed all lanes of traffic (doing 100, mind you) and pulled over.
my mother, who is normally very critical of my driving was like *in my best mother impersonation* "why the fuck we slowin' down?"..
i looked at her (obviously white and horror stricken) and told her not to freak out, but to look at the windshield...at which point she reached over and also flicked on the wipers - again, to no avail..
it was then that she realised what i had realised, and this fucking eight-legged intruder was in our space..
so she started panicing and flailing about the car..and began yelling and screaming..and i reckon she screamed so much that it produced vibrations...which bounced on to this windsheild...thus causing the big bastard to fall onto the steering wheel (thank GOD i was pulled over) and drop into my lap..
i was so proud of myself for not peeing my pants...instead i flicked him onto the floor and proceeded to stomp on him..
six times..
until he curled up in a ball and his legs stopped twitching..
it was then that my mother had informed me that this is usually the time when they spring back to life and bite people..
so i ripped the lil fucker in two and made sure there would be no springing back from the dead at me..
that'll teach him to hitch a ride in my car..
heh..
i normally don't mind spiders...especially huntsmen...and i usually do what i can to get them outside safely...but no...not this time...no when i'm driving..
*shakes head*

so yeah..

i really can't think of anything else to write about (that doesn't involve sam)...so i will leave it here and go get some sleep..



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