Confession.
Mood:  mischievious
Topic: Evil Things
I am not ordinarily a cruel person, unless Michael Jackson is involved, but I must confess I sort of enjoy feeding the tarantulas, whose diet consists of live crickets.

I don't bear the crickets any ill will, but there is a guilty kind of fun in dropping them into the cage and watching the realization dawn: Holy shit, there's a FUCKING TARANTULA in here!

Shit. Now I feel terrible. I must do penance. That's ten Bloody Marys and ten how's your fathers. *

* I totally stole that. It's the title of Elvis Costello's 1980 UK compilation release of non-album cuts and B sides. Credit where credit is due, and all.