|A rare Pistachio Moth. Not the moth I book-slaughtered|
In other book murder news, I killed a huge fly with a book the other day, and when I examined my kill I was grossed-out when I saw several maggots writing their way free from Mommy. Sick.
It was so hot and humid yesterday that my boobs were sweating.
I love when Ving Rhames says "I'm pretty fuckin' far from ok."