Today’s not my day
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My life is still a bit like the above raw scan of random drawings I found on my hard drive. Except my life is a lot messier, as I’m up to my ears in boxes, and am slowly chipping away at the whole unpacking process. Which would be easier if the previous tenant had vacated the last third of his belongings, ahem. I have only just been able to find my modem and set it up with DSL (no thanks to José of Verizon DSL’s technical support, who was completely useless to me), and I’ve just been greeted by The Cockroach (there’s always one of particularly generous dimensions to great one upon moving in), who is testing my territorial limits.
(I haven’t unpacked my bug spray and industrial strength roach killer that the exterminator gave me as a going away present yet (oh, yes, my exterminators always bask in the appreciation I shower them with, and they take good care of me), but wait till I do. It’ll be a fine how-do-you-do for mister yucky under my chair here. Apparently it will kill him and put a curse on all his sons and daughters, biblical style. He knows who I’m talking about.)
October 4th, 2006 at 8:39 am
Squash the cockroach with your shoes
Well, thats what i usually do if i couldnt get hold of my bug spray. Gonna be a lil messy though
October 12th, 2006 at 9:34 pm
Yes, but even if I kill it with the spray, the question is always what to do with the body? When they’re that big, it’s really a yucky business disposing of the body, since disposal involves collection, which involves close proximity, closer than just the foot, which is conveniently situated as far from the eyes as possible on the human body, unlike the hand. I’m always afraid of a “Fatal Attraction” ending! Brrr!