:: shoodang out the whizbang ::

:: mercredi, septembre 10, 2008 ::

In 3rd grade, we did a project to raise mealworms. it was very exciting because we got to bring in mason jars, fill them with oatmeal, and then our teacher dropped a little mealworm in each person's jar.

i started the project very excited, but as time went on, having a mealworm wore on me.
there were times i felt like, "you are my little meal worm and you shall become my beautiful beetle!"
other times i felt like, "you are repulsive and the very sight of you sitting in a jar of oatmeal challenges my ability to control wretching reflexes!"

after some time i brought him home and put him on the bookshelf. a few weeks later he was shriveled and black; i cheated him out of 3 of his 4 life stages.

this is why i should not have children.

:: Alexa 2:38 PM [+] ::

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