My name is Phoenix, I was born with a birth condition called Symbrachydactyly which left my left hand undeveloped, or not developed entirely. It's not a huge thing for me, though some people Ive met did manage to really get to me with their...close-mindedness. I'm a...large person, and have always had some struggles with my physical condition, though have pushed through my hardships up to this point, and hopefully, through the rest of my life.

I have always been deathly afraid of spiders. I would always make sure that everything I touched didn't have a spider on it. Over the years i have managed to keep it....away, my fear that is, and lived a fairly peaceful life, having come to an agreement with a head spider on who's territory is who's. All was fine. Until now. yesterday, i was enjoying a nice cup of tea whilst reading on my couch, occasionally looking out the window at the sun, when i felt something, odd, in my sock. I ignored it until i felt it again about five minutes later. pulling off my sock, it was revealed to me that a spider had made a neat little lounge between my toes somehow. The horror that came across my face was, says my brother, priceless, though to me it was fu**ing horrifying. The spider looked at me, and then went back to it's own business.

Had the spiders abandoned our agreement? I thought in anger. though my anger was soon killed by the realization that OMG THERES A SPIDER IN MY TOES! All this happened in about four seconds. Then i screamed. I screamed loud, mainly hoping that i would somehow melt the spiders brain with my voice, but it didn't work. I turned to what seemed like my last resort; burning the bugger.

I grabbed the matches on the table with speed that would make lightning seem like that old dude who always seems to take his time crossing the street in front of your car. i lit one and lowered it to my toes, on the spider and watched it burn and fall tot he ground and, well, die. then i came to one last realization; i left the match burning at my toes.

I screamed again, flicking the match away and grabbing my foot, sobbing as it cooled down. i now have a nice burn between my big toe and the first little one, and am afraid to go anywhere near my laundry for fear that spiders may be in there to kill me because i started a war with them for killing, what i named the spider, NED.

I really don't like spiders.


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All my life I have had few friends with strange and awesome names. Today i realized that i would find it really, really awesome to have a friend name Theodore. For no reason that I can find, having a friend named Theodore would be to me, like the cup is for the Toronto maple leafs hockey team. It's just one of those names where i find, for one part adorable, and for another part uncommon. Over the years a lot of people Ive known have had a very generic boys name like Josh or Jacob or Mike, hardly anyone with really cool names (also, Ive never met another person named Phoenix...)
. I dunno, maybe, hopefully, i will find a friend named Theo, or Theodore. That would make me smile :)