There are no longer black widow spiders in my trunk. yay! How they got there is an interesting story indeed. They were on a tent, a stolen tent. It was stolen from my stepmom. and she left it outside. to get all nasty. and it sure as hell did. halfway through the night we decided to go camping, we learned that there were black widow spiders on it. Which, is actually one hell of a deterrent. So we slept on the beach on towels. and got attacked by gnats. and I was still riding around with black widows in my trunk, until my grandmother, who is actually more hardcore than you or I could ever hope to be; told me that she wanted the tent back. (it was originally hers?) I told her it was in my trunk but that there were black widow spiders on it so we should make dad handle the tent. She just glared at me and told me she wasnt afraid of spiders. I, however, am. It wasnt even that I was too scared of the actual spider, it was more or less that the spider had the potential to kill me. that was what was eating away at me. So I said, just let me get the bug spray. but by the time I found it and came back, the tent, and my badass motherfucka grandmother had already left. So jacked the tent, and didnt even say goodbye. How hardcore is that?

So, I have never really used live journal. Well, at least, not in a conscious I-am-going-to-share-the-minutae-of-my-life kind of way... So I will expect you (Lana) to explain to me how it works, and I will probably call you and whine incessantly about how its so difficult and I dont understand it. I'm not entirely certain what I plan to do with this. I suppose I will figure it out with time. So, in the meantime, hooray, another online community.