Flush.
So I killed a roach in the bathroom, threw it in the toilet to flush it, and it started to crawl up through the wadded toilet paper. It kind of stuck its little head out and I imagined it was glaring at me, so I taunted it with "Got it memorized?", shook my hips like I'm some type of sexy Shakira or something, and then flushed it.
And now I'm unrealistically and stupidly afraid its roach breathren are going to storm my apartment because that damn motherfucker did have it memorized and told its little friends on the way down. I mean, it's not that hard, there's already millions of them inside the walls. I swear I'm not afraid to kill them anymore. When I moved in here I would run shrieking. Now I'm just like... goddamnit motherfucker, you're going to fucking die, say your fucking prayers. But oh well.
Pierce the Veil tomorrow tonight! Woot. And there is another MCR date in Vegas. It's the Tempe-Tucson-Vegas-Vegas tour. TTVV. Four days, and then we ship it out to California.
And goddamn, I wonder why I never have any money.
And now I'm unrealistically and stupidly afraid its roach breathren are going to storm my apartment because that damn motherfucker did have it memorized and told its little friends on the way down. I mean, it's not that hard, there's already millions of them inside the walls. I swear I'm not afraid to kill them anymore. When I moved in here I would run shrieking. Now I'm just like... goddamnit motherfucker, you're going to fucking die, say your fucking prayers. But oh well.
Pierce the Veil tomorrow tonight! Woot. And there is another MCR date in Vegas. It's the Tempe-Tucson-Vegas-Vegas tour. TTVV. Four days, and then we ship it out to California.
And goddamn, I wonder why I never have any money.