Mice.
There are mice in my room. Namely there are mice living in my couch apparently. I'm rather pissed about it. Moreso because I have no fucking clue how they got there. Now I know my room looks like ground zero for an office/clothing store bomb lately. But it's far from like actually filthy. There's no food down here. Okay there's one coke can on the entertainment center but sheesh! What the hell... I can't believe this shit. I'm so damn freaked out from the scratching noises I can't sleep. And here's the read kicker... I don't dislike mice! They don't freak me out and I don't squeal and run away. But hell why in my house? Why in my couch... and damnit why can't they just be quiet if they're going to insist on moving in! And why the hell aren't one of the two useless felines in this house doing something about it?! GRR!!! It's been the week from hell stress wise, and this is seriously the last thing I wanted to deal with. All I want to do is sleep... and I can't because everytime I dose off the damn things come out and move around or something and wake me up. I swear I'm just going to bug bomb my whole house and be done with it. I can handle anything but that damn scratchy noise while I'm trying to sleep.
Of course it could always be one of those colonies of roaches like from that Tales from the Crypt episode. Where they waited till the humans were asleep then ate the man from the inside out and used his body to mate with the chick and have buggy babies. Cause these black bugs have been coming in under my door from outside because I need new weather stripping. The boyfriend says they're beetles and I say they're roaches. And I bet they're building a resort in my couch for all their buddies.
Damn it damn it damn it. I just wanna go to sleep it's not fair.
There are mice in my room. Namely there are mice living in my couch apparently. I'm rather pissed about it. Moreso because I have no fucking clue how they got there. Now I know my room looks like ground zero for an office/clothing store bomb lately. But it's far from like actually filthy. There's no food down here. Okay there's one coke can on the entertainment center but sheesh! What the hell... I can't believe this shit. I'm so damn freaked out from the scratching noises I can't sleep. And here's the read kicker... I don't dislike mice! They don't freak me out and I don't squeal and run away. But hell why in my house? Why in my couch... and damnit why can't they just be quiet if they're going to insist on moving in! And why the hell aren't one of the two useless felines in this house doing something about it?! GRR!!! It's been the week from hell stress wise, and this is seriously the last thing I wanted to deal with. All I want to do is sleep... and I can't because everytime I dose off the damn things come out and move around or something and wake me up. I swear I'm just going to bug bomb my whole house and be done with it. I can handle anything but that damn scratchy noise while I'm trying to sleep.
Of course it could always be one of those colonies of roaches like from that Tales from the Crypt episode. Where they waited till the humans were asleep then ate the man from the inside out and used his body to mate with the chick and have buggy babies. Cause these black bugs have been coming in under my door from outside because I need new weather stripping. The boyfriend says they're beetles and I say they're roaches. And I bet they're building a resort in my couch for all their buddies.
Damn it damn it damn it. I just wanna go to sleep it's not fair.
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I'll never use that crap again.