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Musings of the Misguided

Monday, 21 November 2011

Dear lord its an invasion

This may or may not be an accurate depiction of the actual size of the cockroach.

I have had a cockroach infestation for the last couple of months.  I have let off a couple of bombs but the fuckers just keep coming back.

I like to think that not much freaks me out...but cockroaches are definitely one of the things that do.  I scream like a big girl when I see one.

I decided to bite the bullet tonight and clean out my pantry so that I can let off a bomb in there tomorrow.  BIG MISTAKE! They are now running free around the house.  In fact one just dropped on my head as I started writing this. Yes I did scream like a girl.

I think that I even found the 'queen' cockroach.  It was massive.  Thankfully I kept myself composed as I was standing on a chair at the time.

Here's to killing the fuckers and not having any more cockroaches drop on my while I'm slothing on the couch hard at work.

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Monday, 25 April 2011

SCREAMING

You know that maybe you screamed a little too loudly when it echos through your house.  I'd hate to live next to me....no wonder the neighbours don't say hello any more.  They probably think they are living next to a psycho maniac. 

Of course he was a sleeping angel the whole weekend.  Which of course got the inevitable "I don't know what you've been complaining about" from my mother.  If only she realised how much she fucking sounded like her mother when she said shit like that.  If only she realised how much the shit she says hurts. 

We've been down that road....I don't bother telling her that the shit she says hurts because she thinks thats stupid.  I can hear her mother there.  We did 'family therapy' when I was a teenager....now that was a big arse waste of time.  The session consisted of me curled in a ball, my father staring at the wall and my mother talking about how I was ruining their life.  Oh joy so you can guess how beneficial that was.  My childhood psychologist was a dick....but I thought the sun shined outta her arse.  Gotta love Borderline for that. 

I intended to write an entry about crisis numbers tonight but this just pushed its way to the front.  Hopefully I will get around to the other post soon.

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