I Don't Speak Parseltongue

Dear God,

I'm Lost.

I am dying to blog, but I can't think of what I should blog about.

I mean what should i tell you.....

right now i am listening to Carrie Underwood's new song "So Small"...I have never listened to her before and the only reason i have this song is because of her stupid (yet wonderful) Target commercial. Plus my brother likes her so I thought I would give her a chance.
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My roommate called me yesterday...She sounded a lot more chipper than she normally does. I was out to lunch with a couple of friends (Alex and Matt). I asked her what was up and she replied in a very excited tone "So......I think I am going to get a snake!!!" ".............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................okay." I replied, in an extremely bothered tone. You see I don't necessarily dislike snakes it's just that every now and then I have nightmares about snakes attacking me in my bed or in my room (this usually happens after I have been watching Animal Planet) so the thought of actually having one in the house is not something that i would accept with a positive attitude.
I don't think she liked my response.....but I didn't really care, and I also didn't really think she was serious about it but low and behold last night I came home late and sitting on the coffee table was a receipt from a pet store right next to my camera. I thought, Nah.....she couldn't have really done it. Then i went for the camera.......
The snake is the size of a worm......some would say that it's "harmless" or "just a garden snake", but i know better. I know that my little snake friend is sitting in its box in the room next to me planning its escape so that it can come and find me and eat me.

I feel like every day I am losing a little more of my masculinity.

Peter (or Petra)