I've got so much more to say on so many other subjects (which I don't have the energy for now), but, here I am, and this is what I have to say now: Bugs SUCK! Suck it, roaches!
Saw another roach last night(obviously). Another big, ass, stink'n fat, mthr'f'n, roach. Go away, roaches! I'm clean. I do my house keeping. You don't belong here. You're a golf-course scoundrel, a sit'n water, gross bug. Leave me now, bitch!
This stupid roach was by the kitchen trash, trash that was only a 1/2 of a day old. Really? This is it? Half of a day, where I have an avocado peal in the garbage from my lunch salad, and that's where we're go'n, this is what I get, for eating lunch? I get a M'thr F'n roach in my evening, a beyond decades old/surviving creature crashing my whole-wheat pasta and marinara with garlic dinner, messing with my glass of I-gotta-relax-wine, and tripping up my I'm-already-stressed-the-f-out Thursday?
Really? No, REALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLY?!
Okay, life, you can suck at some things, especially bad jobs, and you're a couple points up on me right now, where if you wanted to mess with me, you're winning. Tag, I'm it. Fine. But we're gonna rumble on the roaches.
I am doing my best, here, learning what I can from life's hits, and I'm taking my lumps and trying to come out on top. But do I have to do it with roaches? Is that really fair?
There's just a point, is all I'm saying...
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