Stuff in the sink. I can't stand stuff in the sink. Noodles? Green beans? Bits of hamburger? I am absolutely single-minded in my determination to wash this shit down the drain. If I was carrying a bottle of lube and a dildo and I was walking into Morgan Webb's bedroom, where she was laying on the satin sheets, tied up and naked, I would probably stop if I saw food in the sink and attempt to get rid of it as if nothing else existed in the world.
ugh...yes. goddamn right. bees dont freak me out, spiders dont creep me out, but a moth flies in my face and i screech and run like a little girl.
You haven't lived until you have had a june bug take a dive at you and then get stuck in your hair by their scary sharp little legs.
ugh, honey, i understand.
in my younger days, my grandmother lived with us, and she insisted on opening my window during the summer all the time despite my protests to not do so. reason being that there was a hole in the screen and those fuckers would come in. id be trying to sleep, and id hear this, "click....click....click of them flying around my room, and occasionally falling on my bed and me. i didnt sleept a lot that summer. i also nailed my window shut.
if i was stuck in that situation... i think i would be forced to pee myself nightly, due to the fear of being attacked by flying insects on my walk to the potty.
Vaille
Farmington, NM
December 2005
JUL 19, 2006 11:42 PM