Today I was running out the door to the car to go to work.

Because as you know, I always run a few minutes late regardless if I’m ready hours early, or two minutes before leaving.

So I’m running out the door to the car. And this old man is walking down the street.

Then he stops. Watches me get into the car, fix my iPod, turn on the car, wait for the girl who was in my way to finish walking buy and drive off.

Creepy old men are creepy.

Last night I went downstairs to make some tea. Everything was going great, but when I went to go to the fridge to get the cream, I noticed a HUGE centipede on the wall.

TOTALLY. GROSS.

Luckily my dad was still awake and downstairs watching TV so I made him come to kill the bugger. At first I just said, DAD! COME HERE PLEASE! So he came and then I said there is a huge gross centipede on the wall. Can you kill it?

So he comes over, and goes EWW. I HATE THOSE THINGS. Which for some reason really made me laugh. But he killed it with the broom and then threw the body outside.

Which makes us sound like we’re committing some horrible violent crime, but it was amusing.

Now because I know how much everyone just loves my paint art, I drew a life-size illustration of the centipede in all it’s nastiness.

Notice the centipede’s red eyes of evilness.