Tuesday, June 29, 2010
I will not dispute that you are at least 10 times cooler than a centipede - at least by virtue of your abundance of legs - and I will not dispute that there is a certain rhythm and fluidity with which you move all of those appendages, but I'm still not comfortable with you in my living room. Or any room of my home, for that matter.
So if you could just, you know, stay the hell outside where you belong, I would be forever grateful.
Thanks a heap,
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