i sometimes wish...

...that I had the life of the fox in my gmail theme.
Seriously, look at 'em! This dude has the life!

Throughout the day, as I check my email, I'll find him doing various things but this fox NEVER WORKS.
I personally think he must be retired, since he spends most of his days relaxin' at his tea house, playing flute, putting up fancy lights, watering his garden, having friends over for tea, and so forth.
Everytime I check my email, I check to see what he's doing, and usually, it's a lot better than what I'M doing. Damn.

I want that fox's life.

another one bites the dust...

...it's kind of sad when the most exciting shit that happens to me involves the battles I have with various insects in my house. JOY.
This time it was a centipede, squirming about rapidly in the bathroom. I tried the "SMASH WITH SEARS CHRISTMAS CATALOGUE TECHNIQUE" but unfortunately that attack kind of loses its potency when your targert is nicely protected by a goddamn CARPET.
On the bright side, it stopped moving (possibly from overwhelming terror) when the book was left on top of it. I contemplated just leaving it like that, sort of like an unwelcome "SURPRISE" for whichever one of my unlucky roomies ends up curiously lifting the book off the floor.
But of course, I wasn't comfortable leaving business unfinished like that. I came back to it about half an hour later brandishing a grape juice bottle, and flipped the book over to find a frantic squirming centipede (that had somehow managed to get itself stuck to the bottom of the book). With a loud SMACK, I smashed the bottle down on the bug once and it immediately stopped moving so I tossed it in the garbage and moved on.
Well sort of, I guess. I kinda feel like a cold killer now. Which is weird. Oh well.

But seriously, a friggin CENTIPEDE? I'm dealing with CENTIPEDES now?! Come on! What's next?! A wasp?! (Pleaaase no ><)

God my life is boring.

I'm kinda pissed off...

Kay so, me roomie has some pals over...
they get drunk....
break a lamp...
puke in the girl's bathroom leaving drops of puke on the carpet and a mysterious "bucket" in the bathtub...
and don't clean up.

Naturally, we have nothing in this house that we can use TO clean up since our landlady either believes we have no need of mops and brooms or otherwise thinks we'll bring our own.
So the floors upstairs are now stickier than ever, are littered with broken shards of lamp and smell of beer.

I'm KINDA pissed off.
JUST. KINDA.

EDIT: Actually at 3am I found said roomie cleaning up. The floors are still gross and sticky to an extent, but I appreciate the effort so... I'm not AS pissed off anymore. hm.

the best and the worst of living on your own...

Best things:

1. No one judges you from drinking directly out of the carton
2. You can sleep in till noon and no one cares
3. No one bugs you about cleaning your room
4. You can eat whatever the hell you want and at anytime
5. Being up till 5:30am doesn't bother anybody (in fact, where I live, you're probably not the only one up this late)

Worst things:

1. Killing your own damn spiders
2. Killing your own damn spiders twice
3. Having said spiders grow in size consecutively with each new encounter
4. Having to kill a spider that JUMPS
   
5. Doing your own dishes and laundry
6. No one to eat dinner with
7. No one to care about what the hell you do
8. No one to hug before going to bed
9. No one to really talk to

Seriously though? Fucking SPIDERS. gyaaaaaaaah!! >< *shudder*