Bruce

There is a big dirty spider in my room at the moment. his name is bruce. as many of you may know, i am ABSOLUTELY terrified of spiders, and whenever there is one in my room i scream like a girl and make my dear father get rid of it. BUT i cant do that right now because my room is a mess, and dad wont even try to get in, so i thought the best solution is to just make friends with it.
Bruce lives in my curtains. when i clean my room in the next couple of days i will get dad to put him in a glass and free him into the wild (ie the front yard. not the back or jane might try to eat him). dad will say, no we need to kill it. and i will say, dad, i think that your friends are pests, but im not going to go around killing them, release bruce in a respectful manner please.

i end on this note:
my mother just went shopping and neglected to buy food. yeh. she just bought a fuck load of cleaning stuff.
look. mum. if you ever read this, which i highly doubt you will, i need some food. can you not tell i am withering down to nothing?
Everyone else. should you read this in the next couple of hours, bring me food. preferably chips.

thanks
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