Sunday, September 20, 2009

Guess What I Stepped on When I Went to the Kitchen to Get Something to Drink?

A cockroach. And I was barefoot. After a very brief freak-out as it scrambled away, I thought "eh, fuck it, I've already stepped on him, won't make much difference if I do it a couple more times". That bugger was fast, though, and he managed to scramble into the darkness before I could smear my sole with his insides. When I had turned on the lights and returned, he was nowhere to be found.

Knowing my luck with roaches, he'll probably turn up again pretty soon, most likely on one of my limbs when I am in a state of undress. When that happens I will finish what was started tonight.

Your days are numbered, you roach bastard.

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