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Oh man...I want one!!!
In other news my sister is coming to town for the weekend. You have no idea how excited I am.
Oh - and a roach the size of my thumb was crawling around my room last night and I screamed like a baby. Not only was I not wearing clothes at the time (I had just gotten out of the shower), but I didn't have my glasses or contacts on either, so I was additionally not sure that it hadn't been a figment of my imagination. Until I came back with the RAID and tapped the area where it had been seen with the end of a newspaper and it crawled out and scared the crap out of me. I screamed some more, and then watched it crawl behind my desk. I screamed a little more, and then sprayed it with RAID, killing it. Of course, I sprayed so much, and was so freaked out that I was hyperventilating a little and am pretty sure that I breated in a cubic foot of RAID fumes. And then I had to move the dead thing to the trashcan, and it was awful having to pick it up. Just...really REALLY gross. At least two inches I tell you. And long legs. *shudders* It scares me just to think of it. At the end of that ordeal I figured the only way I was going to calm down was with a drink, and thats when I made myself a vodka-pom-tonic. Thank god for the calming power of alcohol.
In other news my sister is coming to town for the weekend. You have no idea how excited I am.
Oh - and a roach the size of my thumb was crawling around my room last night and I screamed like a baby. Not only was I not wearing clothes at the time (I had just gotten out of the shower), but I didn't have my glasses or contacts on either, so I was additionally not sure that it hadn't been a figment of my imagination. Until I came back with the RAID and tapped the area where it had been seen with the end of a newspaper and it crawled out and scared the crap out of me. I screamed some more, and then watched it crawl behind my desk. I screamed a little more, and then sprayed it with RAID, killing it. Of course, I sprayed so much, and was so freaked out that I was hyperventilating a little and am pretty sure that I breated in a cubic foot of RAID fumes. And then I had to move the dead thing to the trashcan, and it was awful having to pick it up. Just...really REALLY gross. At least two inches I tell you. And long legs. *shudders* It scares me just to think of it. At the end of that ordeal I figured the only way I was going to calm down was with a drink, and thats when I made myself a vodka-pom-tonic. Thank god for the calming power of alcohol.