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I killed a cactus. I think. Pictures to follow.

But seriously, how do you kill a cactus?? I blame it on the dark hole of an apartment I live in. That, and the smell.

A Realistic Tale

I was talking to my roommate today, in hopes of avoiding real life for a few more minutes. I told her this story.

Once upon a time, there lived a young lady.

She used to take great pride in getting ready for the day, she felt as though it was wholly useful and good to do so.

Then she met a young gentleman and they fell in love.

They frolicked and laughed and felt as though they would never want to part.

A few months went by and that young wonderful gentleman needed to leave.

The beautiful young woman fell into a dark place in her soul. A place where soap and brushes did not exist.

Every time the young gentleman would write a letter or send an owl she felt a glimmer of hope.

She would climb out of that deep dank and dirty place in her soul and shower.

Unfortunately, the effect wouldn't last very long.

The young lady lost all of her friends, except for the owl that carried the correspondence between the two love stricken young persons.

Then one day, the young lady received word that the young gentleman was returning to her!

She leaped for joy, which resulted in all of her crusty grimy clothes disintegrating, forcing her to a realization of how disgustingly dirty she was.

The young lady decided it was best to shower.

And she did.

The End.

If my cut/paste had worked, you would have seen my roommate's funny comments.

Long story short, I'm going to take a shower.