I need a cat.
Two days ago, I noticed a small pile of cranberries on the floor of my room near the giant bag of Craisins trail mix that I have had sitting by my desk for a couple weeks now. For some reason, I just assumed my boyfriend did it. I think I remembered him sitting on the floor eating it at some point this weekend, but I probably made that up. Either way, I just threw them away and made a mental observational note that he does not like cranberries because I noticed him picking them off of something we shared at Starbucks the other night.
Yesterday, I picked up two more cranberries not far away and assumed he made a mess.
This morning, I picked up a cranberry by my door and thought, "That was not there last night." But I had more important things to think about and ignored it.
Just now, I found another pile of cranberries under my desk chair that was not here two hours ago. Upon picking up the bag of trailmix, I noticed a hole in the bag about the size of a half dollar. Apparently, I have a mouse sharing my room with me. A mouse who likes banana chips, peanuts and pineapples. But not cranberries.
So now we have spiders, cockroaches and mice. Splendid.
Cockroaches I kill with Raid. What do you do about getting mice out of your house? I know I am too much of a pussy for mouse traps. Poison will leave me with a dead and rotting mouse in my walls stinking up the house. Those glue traps seem evil because the mouse gets stuck to it but is alive, so I guess you just put it in the dumpster and let it die slowly stuck to the trap? I have decided to obsess over this dilemma for a bit instead of writing my literary paper.
I am behind in school again and have ZERO motivation to alleviate the situation. I have no drive. I just want to watch Oprah and take pictures. And listen to Christmas music. And make out. And that is about it. I have been spending a ridiculous amount of time thinking about my photo story. It is due next week, so I am trying to spend as much time with my subject as possible, but I am having a difficult time because of our schedules. I may have to skip seeing my friends in an opera tomorrow to go spend the evening with him. I really hope something good comes of this project. I am having to tiptoe around some red tape, but Ben is too interesting not to do an amazing story on him.
Now it is time to get shit done.
Yesterday, I picked up two more cranberries not far away and assumed he made a mess.
This morning, I picked up a cranberry by my door and thought, "That was not there last night." But I had more important things to think about and ignored it.
Just now, I found another pile of cranberries under my desk chair that was not here two hours ago. Upon picking up the bag of trailmix, I noticed a hole in the bag about the size of a half dollar. Apparently, I have a mouse sharing my room with me. A mouse who likes banana chips, peanuts and pineapples. But not cranberries.
So now we have spiders, cockroaches and mice. Splendid.
Cockroaches I kill with Raid. What do you do about getting mice out of your house? I know I am too much of a pussy for mouse traps. Poison will leave me with a dead and rotting mouse in my walls stinking up the house. Those glue traps seem evil because the mouse gets stuck to it but is alive, so I guess you just put it in the dumpster and let it die slowly stuck to the trap? I have decided to obsess over this dilemma for a bit instead of writing my literary paper.
I am behind in school again and have ZERO motivation to alleviate the situation. I have no drive. I just want to watch Oprah and take pictures. And listen to Christmas music. And make out. And that is about it. I have been spending a ridiculous amount of time thinking about my photo story. It is due next week, so I am trying to spend as much time with my subject as possible, but I am having a difficult time because of our schedules. I may have to skip seeing my friends in an opera tomorrow to go spend the evening with him. I really hope something good comes of this project. I am having to tiptoe around some red tape, but Ben is too interesting not to do an amazing story on him.
Now it is time to get shit done.