Well, I woke up an hour ago, itchy again. As usual I checked my bed. Guess what? This time I found bedbugs! I also found a spider, but he can stay in the hopes he eats the bedbugs or their eggs or something. Please do that, spider. Also have many spider babies and grow fat on the blood of my enemies (which, I guess, is technically also my blood) because I'd really rather have a spider infestation than a bedbug infestation.
Well, Scott, it's not that I hate you, but... I really really really hate you right now. Please pencil yourself in at the top of my Least Favorite Person in the World (right now/until I get rid of them I guess.)
I mean, I love you, you're great but fuck your bad luck I wanted no part of that!
Also, Chris, you suck too for being a little bedbug travel agency.
Fuck.
(EDIT: Well, I can't be mad at Chris anymore if I can text him at 5am complaining about bedbugs and he's here at 8am helping me clean and providing me with anti-bedbug war machines. =) )
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