juu-lee-ah

thought i just deleted my essay—- the one that’s due in like eight hours.

turns out i emailed myself the finished draft because i’m a fucking genius.

I JUST LIVED A NOPE MOMENT

FUCK ME THAT WAS AWFUL.

so i’m on my bed in the dark, laptop on my chest, reading, when a

HUGE. FUCKING. SPIDER.

walks across my screen, and all i see is this big fucking, eight-legged shadow scrambling six inches from my face.

FUCK. THAT.

i just murdered that motherfucker with a tissue, a swiffer sweeper, and all of my fury.

NOT IN MY HOUSE, BITCH.