Yep. That's what I want. A spider sounds good and tasty right about now. For those of you freaking out and imagining me eating a fuzzy, fanged arachnid, never fear, for they are quite delicious. The legs are the best bits. They're nice and crunchy, if you can get over the hairs, and of course they de-fang them before they fry them up with a bit of garlic butter.
And of course I'm pulling your leg. A fried tarantula? Seriously? I know that they are available in some countries, but no way. What I'm actually after is what some might call and ice-cream soda, or a coke float. Coca-cola with a few blobs of delicious vanilla ice-cream. Unfortunately I have neither ingredient at my disposal right this moment...
I have no idea why they came to be named 'spiders' in Australia. We really do have a weird way of naming things. I know of people with red hair who've been nick-named Blue. And then there's the town names. You know there is actually a place called Woolloomooloo?
Anyway. I'm not sure I have a cup large enough to contain the spider I'm craving.
Wearing: Short denim shorts and a tee.
Listening to: Low - Flo Rida.
Feeling: A bit lonely.