I have a new cellphone number… it’s on my AIM profile.
Since this week seems to be The Week for life altering experiences, I think it’s a good time to share with you all some intimate details of my oh-so-exciting life. The following two paragraphs are part of the weekly writing assignment I submitted to Karen this week.
There is a wonderful development in my personal life. The mouse devil which so cruelly invaded my space and terrified me to no end was no match for J. Smith. I shall refer to him henceforth as Agent Smith for his efficient and fearless capture of the little bugger. Apparently, the mouse lived under my sink. How it got there is still a mystery to me, because I keep those doors closed at all times. I opened the cabinet after coming back from the shower and saw once again the gray blur. The good news is that all those times when I thought I going crazy because I heard rustling noises at night was actually the mouse and not my paranoia. (This mouse crept about on a plastic bag, and it was this plastic bag that lead to its capture in my Brita filter box.) The bad news is that I screamed bloody murder. I went downstairs for help as soon as I could. Upon my return I caught sight of the mouse devil once again and involuntarily let out shrieks of terror and leapt on my bed while Agent Smith tried to capture the vermin.
Agent Smith, who for some unfathomable reason actually likes rodents, took the box into the stairwell to show Ms. Markowitz. The mouse devil, no doubt in possession of demonic powers as suggested by its name, jumped out of the Brita box, which is more than ten times its height, ran down two flights of stairs with Agent Smith in pursuit and scurried under the door to the first floor. There are times when I suspect that the mouse is a fiend from Hell sent to torment me by Christ Church because I refuse to believe in the big invisible voyeur in the sky. (No offense meant if you’re Christian, Karen.) How else could it get through closed cabinet doors?
So there you have it. In other news, Ted found this huge chunk of mold in his hamburger bun. He still lives. Wellesley food seems SO good now compared to the shit they’re giving us in Wallace. I have the biggest craving for spicy tuna, salmon, and eel sushi, shrimp tempura, beef tataki, katsu-don, indian pancakes, Penang noodle dishes, red bean ice cream, green tea ice cream, green apple boba, and duck. Ok. I crave good Asian food in general, esp. my mommy’s cooking!!
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