Friday, 31 October 2008
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Garbage
By Garbage
Queer
see relatedThis is the noise that keeps me awake
"What is my day going to look like? What will my tomorrow bring me? If I had x-ray eyes, I could see inside. I wouldn't’t have to predict the future. I wish that you would do with some talking. How else am I to know what you’re thinking? If only people would say what it really was, what it really was, what it really was that they wanted."
So, I've concluded that I have an infestation of sorts of fruit flies. You know those nasty, little, red headed flies that chill on your fruit if you leave it out. They don't exclusively dine on fruit though. If it's food, they're there. Anyways, I believe that they have nested in the drains in my sink, as they have a tendency to do. It's damp, moist, dark, and perfect for breeding. Earlier today I decided I had had enough of the little shits, and with the help of the magnificent and all knowing internet, I got some really effective homemade fruit fly death traps and some tips on how to attack the source, effectively ending said infestation. Strangely, I'm excited to see if I can do this by myself. I feel like it's some turning point, as silly and insignificant as it may seem, but I feel if I can rid my apartment of the buggers, then I can take care of things. By myself. Just me. I don't need to call the landlord and have some guy tear up my drain pipes to tell me something I already know. I don't know. I have weird revelations and momentous happenings revolving around things that seem so petty in comparison to others. Whatever. I've always been different.
I'm afraid it's been ruined. I can't even think about it too much, or I start to freak out. For those few brief moments, I felt totally and completely at ease. I wasn't nervous. I wasn't stricken with dry mouth or sweaty palms. I opened up, and she listened. She agreed with me, said she felt the same way, and I felt like we had reached a higher level, however small the increase. I was a little disappointed that she couldn't stay longer, but she had stuff to do, and that's understandable. I was just happy that I got to see her, since it's been a month or so. It always takes me a little bit to warm up, but once I do, I'm open. I don't know. There's nothing I can do about it now. I just have to go to sleep and deal with it in the cool, crisp light of day.
Happy Halloween, my loves.
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