Brush with multiple ocularity.
First, there was one fly. Buzzing itself directly at my face and past my ears and setting me to shivers with the breeze generated by its tiny, filthy wings. Then, there were TWO flies, taking turns dive-bombing me while the fly on break sat on the lip of my water bottle or buzzed over my bed and in front of the curtain, making sure I could see it in the mirror. I put on a hat. I tried to concentrate on the decline and fall of the Roman empire. But I ended up sitting cross-legged in the middle of the room on my little wheeled chair, staring resentfully at the walls.
Then, the girl from down the hall came and killed one of them. Huzzah! I shall encase it in hot glue and wear it as a pendant to warn off the rest of the filthy bastards. FEAR ME, FLIES! FEAR ME!
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Problematically, I don't kill insects, with the occasional exception of mosquitos. So I have to get someone else to do it for me. But still...FEAR THE PEOPLE IN MY VICINITY, FLIES! FEAR THEM!!!
Bought a copy of The Moonstone yesterday in Amherst for 3.50. Kind of want myself some ghosts, to make me biscuits and listen to me whine about my day when I get home from school. Watched half an hour of telemundo soap opera 'Amor Descarados" while eating Indian food. It was one of those silly evil-twin plots. The evil twin had oily hair, so you could tell the difference. He was trying to steal the good twin's fiance, who he (the good twin) kept calling 'me reina'. It was very adorable. I miss Spanish as if it were my aorta, torn out of my body. Witness to this:
Then, the girl from down the hall came and killed one of them. Huzzah! I shall encase it in hot glue and wear it as a pendant to warn off the rest of the filthy bastards. FEAR ME, FLIES! FEAR ME!
.
.
.
Problematically, I don't kill insects, with the occasional exception of mosquitos. So I have to get someone else to do it for me. But still...FEAR THE PEOPLE IN MY VICINITY, FLIES! FEAR THEM!!!
Bought a copy of The Moonstone yesterday in Amherst for 3.50. Kind of want myself some ghosts, to make me biscuits and listen to me whine about my day when I get home from school. Watched half an hour of telemundo soap opera 'Amor Descarados" while eating Indian food. It was one of those silly evil-twin plots. The evil twin had oily hair, so you could tell the difference. He was trying to steal the good twin's fiance, who he (the good twin) kept calling 'me reina'. It was very adorable. I miss Spanish as if it were my aorta, torn out of my body. Witness to this: