Okay, I just learned something, I am really afraid of bumblebees.

I always knew that I was afraid of bumblebees, but I thought that some of it might be for show, you know, screaming because other people are watching, but this bumblebee was in my house and I knew that I was alone in the house, and I screamed like a bitch.

I think it's the movement that sets it off, or maybe the buzzing, because when it would sit still, I wasn't afraid at all, and I could even turn away from it, but if I turned back and I couldn't see it, I would pop with fear again. No, it was the buzzing. And the movement.

The silly thing had flown in the window and couldn't find its way out, as bees are wont to do, and I was trying to A, catch it in a Tupperware container, or B, open the window more so it could get out. If I could do these things without it moving or buzzing, which I couldn't, because it insisted on both moving and buzzing every. Single. Second. Bastard.

I even screamed, "Where is the monster?" once. And yes, I know that bumblebees don't actually sting, but they are the scariest things in the wide world and nobody can tell me different.

This is what happens when it's spring and you open the windows round my house. I really need new screens.

Other things that happen in the spring? I not only paint my nails but I buy nail polish.

I went to Duane Read to get nail polish remover to take off the chipped polish left over from Bubbling, and, being amongst the nail polish made me just start grabbing with both hands. Purply-red! Glitter! Chartreuse! Pepto-Bismol pink!

Sandals, bees in the house, painting my nails, it's spring, by golly!

Also, buying chai créme frappuccinos every day for the past few days in a row.

It's like an obsession, I can't stop my feet from walking in the door and my mouth from ordering one and my hands from paying for it. It's spring! It's spring and I'm gonna get hugely fat from all of those frappuccinos, but my nails will sure be pretty!

Maybe being spring, I'll catch up on those back entries. You know, if I can sit still or concentrate long enough to do so. It's spring, so I'm twitchy, you know?

Today's horoscope:
Weekend minutes are usually cheaper -- or even free, right? So you can get on the phone with someone who's far, far away, and talk for hours, right? If not, better buy a phone card, because you'll definitely feel like chatting.

One year ago today:
The hilarious thing is that when I walked in, every single person working there recognized me! "Hi, Kymm!" they cried, as though I were Norm in Cheers.

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