My Dream Home...

(Slightly altered. I couldn't move in someplace without doing a little custom decorating anyway. :-|)

Your home is a Spawn-camping Magnate's Stronghold Your kitchen is someplace you never go, because you "have people for that." There's a Chocolatessin, a word you made up yourself, but that is beginning to catch on among your wealthy neighbors. Your master bedroom is the size of a small barn, with carpet thick enough to reach your ankles. Your study has hardback editions of every classic ever written, plus a special edition of Rich Dad, Poor Dad with the parts you ghost-authored highlighted. (The fantasy and horror novels each have a room of their own as well.) One of your garages holds your collection of vintage cars, and is measured in acreage. Your home also includes a guest wing (complete with toy room full of plushies, an art gallery, and a belfry for the bats) and private quarters for your servants. Your guests enjoy your collection of every film ever made, except for the Trauma horror films--those are an acquired taste. Outside is your hedge maze and gardens, meticulously tended by a team of world-class botanists. And, you have a pet -- a doberman pincer named "Warren". Below is a snippet of the blueprints:

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How do they get in here? o_0

So, I'm sitting down here in the family room, chatting with Aurey, Sleepy Hollow playing in the VCR behind me, and I look over at the stairwell and see (what I think to be) a centipede a bit longer than my middle finger crawling along the wall... One of those ones that look rather like they've got two heads, one at each end. Being as it was far from me, and didn't seem likely to try to crawl on me, I let it be, but *shudders* those are among the few bugs who actually put me off.

A couple of weeks ago, it was a rather large praying mantis, not unlike the one in Pan's Labyrinth. (And, amusingly enough, that was what I was watching when it landed on the computer.) That one I did try to catch to put outside, as it was flying around and I had a decidedly unsettling worry of it landing in my hair.

(Generally I'm fine with bugs so long as they don't touch me, unless it's a butterfly or moth, or a lightning bug. For some reason I have no problem at all with them. Maybe it's just because they count as "pretty" bugs.)

It's still hard to believe they're going to tear down this poor old barn in favour of building a new house. I'll miss the place even if it is getting a bit leaky and termite-y in places. First the tornado last summer kills my ash tree (big pretty one outside what used to be my room. It was just far enough away that when it fell over, it's topmost branches just barely punctured the metal of the roof) and now the whole place is going down. *sighs*

I had my first theraputic massage ever, today, and it was lovely. There was relaxing music, and dim lighting, and a little fountain in the corner. My back feels quite a bit better (apparently, aside from the sciatica, I tend to store stress right about where my wings would be. :-P), and she showed me a stretch that is supposed to help.