I started writing earlier today, (and by earlier I mean about 30 minutes ago) and I had to do it the old fashion way because, well, sometimes I'm not allowed on campus, so I went out to the docks all early, all inspired, then I dropped my pen under the dock into the sand. Shit. Since I'm not very, er, "adventurous" when it comes into reaching under things that might have critters on them, I went to a little restaurant behind me and borrowed their pen.
I grabbed the pen, after the woman looked at me like I was wasting her time (because she was busy just holding up that darn counter), and headed out towards the dock, but I went on the sand first...that's when I noticed holes in the sand. Now look here, I'm not that stupid, I'm from Seattle....downtown fucking Seattle, I know holes in the sand equal worms and I just don't do critters. Well it looks like I got things backwards over here. Cause holes in the "dirt" in Seattle mean worms, here, holes in the sand means crabs...lots of fucking crabs...millions of fucking crabs. So I jumped and screamed (but just a quick one) because they came out of the holes! I wasn't messing with them, they didn't have to fuck with me like that! Like the one right here, yeah, fuck him and his friends!
I then walked down on the docks....without holding onto the ropes. I tell you, if I didn't scream, I would have looked like a pro.
So anyway...about not being stupid....
I'm off to Roseau (the "main" town here)...wherever the hell that is...
2 comments:
you beat me to making you a google picasa account... I feel so useless!
he he he... you went to dominica and got crabs... he he he
Crabs still scare me! AND now that I've been here longer...I've seen bigger ones! Moving! I don't do crabs and I don't do spiders...
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