Since the
"battle" this week, I am beginning to feel like a serial killer. When I can't herd the flies out the door (do you realize how difficult this is?) I'm pulling the bug spray out of my side holster and getting a cheap thrill out of watching the fuckers DIE! You know, it is quite fun and satisfying...but I recently noticed a maniacal laugh erupting from my vocal chords every time. I still have no idea how these fuckers are getting into my apartment. I swear! I kill them all, so I think, and 10 more pop up. What the hell?
Three were released this morning and there are still three buzzing around totally pissing me off. Maybe I should just bomb the hell out of my house and call it a day.
Have to go clean up my window sills, which are littered with death from this morning's killings.
Three were released this morning and there are still three buzzing around totally pissing me off. Maybe I should just bomb the hell out of my house and call it a day. 
