Bugs Are Meant to Be Eaten.
Just moved to my new apartment and the place would be perfect were it not a breeding ground of all kinds of disgusting little creatures. I have wasps wanting to build their summer home on my sliding glass doors. I have ants wanting to swim in my sinks and some of the nastiest unrecognizable creatures I don't think anyone's ever seen. I do have one spider and I was told to name him Herbert. It's a nice apartment besides the wildlife. At $700 a month for one bedroom it should be. I'm in the process of unpacking my stuff. Need some new furniture, but nothing too serious. I have to leave for the prison in a couple of hours. Joy. Well as an introduction, I'm Kit Kuri and I'm a rantist/bitcher/assclown or however you would put it. I'm into politics/art/music/clove cigarettes/philosophy. I have a sense of humor and I seem to be the only one around. But I can be a pain if provoked. My heroes are Jay Grant/Brad Dourif/Matt Gafford/Neil Gaiman/Lewis Carroll and some select fictional characters. Because what kind of people I hang around really have an impact on me? Or should for that matter? I'm here to make observations for anyone who cares to listen. I can be a diplomat in a situation and people at work think I'm a piss mat, but it all goes in my notes. I'm working on some projects so updates on that will be made.