July 01, 2003 :: 11:43 p.m.
the invasion of the tiny black buzzing death fiends
There is a fly in my room. Another one. Again. Now, many people would probably say that a fly is a stupid thing to get upset over. They're harmless, right? They don't sting or bite or give you nasty diseases. They don't build webs where your walls meet and then lower themselves into your face at night and crawl around like you're some kind of Human Disneyland. Well, aside from the fact that some of those little fuckers DO bite, I will admit that they're pretty low on the danger scale. But they're the most annoying thing in the entire universe, with the buzzing and the erratic flight paths and the dive-bombing my face at regular intervals. And then when the frantic swatting and arm-waving begins, they inevitably collide with your hand and leave you feeling gross and violated. Bleh. Mostly it's just that they NEVER LEAVE. They all find their way up into my room, and then they stay there forever, or at least until they make a fatal error and I squash them to death with a magazine.
I went with Adam and his mom to the West Shore Humane Society tonight, in hopes of picking out a kitty. We didn't. There were so many gorgeous cats... but I shouldn't go there unless I'm adopting one. I had to go outside while they looked at the dogs to keep from blubbering like an idiot in front of his mother. I just can't deal with being around so many homeless animals and not being able to help any of them, I guess. My heart goes out to them more than it has ever and probably will ever go out to any human being; these are truly helpless creatures who depend on us to keep them alive, and we repay their trust and companionship by treating them like amusing toys to be thrown away when we get tired of them. I fucking hate people.
This fucking fly will not leave me alone. Go away, you flying abomination! Either leave this room immediately or gather the balls to land on the wall long enough for me to kill you. Or at least stop buzzing past my face; I'm going to have a heart attack soon.
Anyway... I've not had an incredibly wonderful day, so I really don't have much else to say here. My Peanut Butter Meltaway is much too soft and I can't find my eyelet puncher to save my life. I must remedy these terrible situations immediately.
Oh, is anyone else very disturbed that it's July already? I am. It's unreal.
Over and out.
edited @ 12:37 a.m. It's dead! I splattered its guts all over the wall with a notebook after it made me spill my iced tea. Intrusive bastard. It was very satisfying to see his twisted and lifeless body sticking to the notebook, too. If you're wondering how this rather disturbing glee fits with my intense love of animals, well... insects are not animals. Insects are an entirely different cup of disgusting bile and once they enter my bedroom I have no qualms about ending their trespassing little lives. So there.
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