Some days when I come home I’m hungry and I want to eat pasta. I put water on the stove and then stare at it until it boils. It always feels like forever. Maybe I should just ignore it until I accidentally boil all the water out of the pot…as I have done several times.
Sadly, this isn’t a commentary upon gender in our society. Rather, it’s about the scary things that go bump in the night. I really want to have someone who’ll go into the basement and see if there’s a monster down there. Otherwise I have to do it.
Ever heart of Murphy’s Law? I personally don’t always believe in it, but I also believe in not tempting fate. I do wonder sometimes though whether people are out there helping Murphy’s Law come true. Sort of like evil agents causing trouble for us all.
They don’t have your back, guys. They don’t even have your rope.
Have you ever gone climbing? I have in High School, but only a little bit and only because it was part of class. Looking down at height makes me feel uneasy about my impeding death. But I would never climb if someone like Pirate was holding the rope. She’s a menace.
I really need to buy a Wii U just so I can play Mario Maker. It looks like tons of fun — or at least, I enjoy watching people try to beat the hardest levels. Speaking of which, do people eat Goombas in the Mushroom Kingdom? They’re fungi, but are they people?