I’ve been sitting here, reading somebody else’s blog for hours because A – it’s Sunday, B – it’s raining and C – I’m too depressed to clean my filth-hole apartment or change out of my pajamas, what else is there to do? when suddenly, for no apparent reason I am reminded of a paper weight containing a mormon cricket that my parents had when I was a kid. They’re cannibals (the crickets, not my parents). And not even really crickets. They should totally be floated in green Jell-O.

Dude. I must move back to Utah someday.

Advertisements