I got a new pet. His name is Caligula. He is a beautiful, shining, midnight black scorpion. I went into a pet store merely to get crickets for my pet tarantula, Cornelius, but was immediately enthralled by the scorpion. At first I didn't think I'd be able to buy it, even at the low, low price of only $16, simply because of the lack of space in my tiny room. Then I thought about it and decided that I only live once, so goddammit, I was going to LIVE!!
So I bought Caligula and a new terrarium and blew $40 hard-earned bucks in the deal. It was so worth it, though. The reaction of my roommates alone was worth every freakin' penny. My chick roommate was distressed to tears. Chicks just don't appreciate that stuff.
So now, everyone who believed me peculiar for owning a single arachnid now thinks me at least twice as peculiar for owning two (I believe scorpions are arachnids). I say, fuck 'em all and let God sort 'em out. I shall not conform to what the MAN says is a good and proper pet. Hell, my chick roommate even told me that the Scorpion is one of the Devil's creatures. WhatEVER. She didn't respond when I told her that goats and pigs were, too. I never pegged her as the religious type, either. If she hadn't put out all those weeks ago, I'd be annoyed.
Damn, I'm cool.
Speaking of such, my Internet 'Ho finally reappeared to me in an E-mail today. Typical. I finally get around to writing a sorrowful entry and BOOM! She's back. Such is my life.