Blather

I like how it always takes me a hundred weeks to move into a new place.

On Monday, I will be taking my gigantic painting, paints and brushes, computer, computer desk, stereo, and remaining clothes to the new house. I will be completely moved in. Internet connection will come soon after. At least it had BETTER.

I felt that I should finally just stay there forever now that I am comfortable in it. Also, the rapidly rising gasoline prices are keeping friends and family from wanting to cart me around. And I can understand that. It's outrageous.

Also, I believe that the Plagues may have come to a stop. At first, we seemed to have lots of mice. I think they came in with the boyfriend's belongings which had been in a garage all summer. After the mice, we had millions of houseflies in all of the windows, flying by and taunting me. Then, we finally obtained some appliances, namely, the stove and the refrigerator. One or the other seemed to bring ROACHES with it. So I have spent many days completely freaked out and soaking the kitchen in poison. I think I acted swiftly enough that they did not put down family roots. If not, I have more than one "fogger" in my possession, and I really don't want to be forced to use it. BUT I COULD STILL.

Anyway, I have not seen a roach in many days now, so I am relaxing. Although I have started to notice that we have a bitchload of spiders around and that just cannot stand. Spiders are scary.

I just pray that we don't wind up with House Centipedes.

Oh god.

Those are the worst.

At the last place I was sort of living in, in Covington, KY, when we were moving out, we uncovered a few of those House Centipedes. And I swear to Christ that they were like six inches long. They were like disembodied animated corpse mustaches made of EVIL. I screamed and flailed involuntarily even though they were several feet away from me. It was just too much.

In fact, recounting that memory almost made me start flailing again.


Terror.