The return of Wile E Cockroachy.

 

Remember Wile E Cockroachy?

The unwelcome visitor I had the weekend before last, who came and introduced himself while I was innocently reading myself to sleep; then showed up again the following day trying to join me on the computer?

Well he's back. Or should I say, he WAS back.

I found him doing laps in the toilet this morning. Now I was certainly impressed with his technique (I gave him a 7 out of 10, he was listing to the left a little...), however it did not stop me sending him on the ride of his life down the S bend. TAKE THAT, supposedly invincible, nuclear holocaust surviving, icky icky bug! Mmwwaahaahaa!

Now, knowing my luck, he'll survive on whatever it is that the crocodiles are eating - most of my left socks, countless pens, and ALL my hair ties and such - grow to 6 feet tall, and come back when I least expect it to take his revenge on me by executing his plan for WORLD DOMINATION.

So this blog is my insurance policy. If I ever go missing, you all know what happened to me. A gigantic killer roach came and killed me and most likely took my body with him underground for the rest of the mutants to feed on.

Call the Prime Minister. It's a conspiracy.

Shopping and Brea's house of insects...

I went to the front door last night after House (which, incidentally, was pretty good) to let my cat in, and this greeted me.

 

And what I want to know is...  WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!!??

This weekend it was Wile E Cockroachy. Now a bloody great big huntsman? My house is being invaded by creepy crawlies! And he didn't take too kindly to being photographed either, he ran away before I could grab him and put him outside. (I LIKE spiders. So sue me. Cockroaches... not so much.) Which I thought was VERY rude. I figure if you're going to stay at my house, you can at the very least pose for a portrait! I mean, it's not like he's going to kick in for food or the Foxtel bill right?

So I've named him too. Henry. 

Henry: If you're reading this, you are welcome to stay for a while, just next time smile and say cheese huh? 

Everyone else: Welcome to Brea's house of insects... Watch your step.

I went shopping today which, to be honest, is not my favourite activity. I know, I know, I'm female right? It's a prerequisite into womanhood. You have to, like, pass a test or something. Anyway a friend and I walked from one end of the shopping centre to the other, twice, and we bought NOTHING!!! What an absolute waste of time. I must be weird or something but I don't see the value in doing that at all... I just can't grasp the point of window shopping. Why spend hours looking at things you; a) Can't afford, b) Can't fit into, or c) Make you feel like shit because you can't afford them, you're a fat heffa and even the bloody DUMMY looks better in it than you...? (Or maybe that's just me...)

Give me ebay any day. Now there's some shopping I can get into! No lines, plenty of choice, won't blow my budget, don't have to spend all day climbing in and out of clothes in those teeny tiny dressing rooms, and I don't have to deal with grumpy saleswomen who get the shits if you DARE to say "I don't like it" (like this one woman today). AND if it doesn't fit, you can just recycle, stick it back on ebay and resell it for the same price you bought it for! What's not to love?

Is there anybody out there...?

Okay.

So I've challenged myself to Blog Every Day Until The End Of February, (BEDUTEOF lol) just to see if I can. And also because I was a silly girl (woman?) and upset someone I care about by being a bit of a dick (her word) about something that I know I am WAY too anal about.

(Great, my first post and already I'll be search-able by people who are looking for anal or dick... or both.)

Now I would usually sit here on the first post and umm and ahh about what to say. I won't. I know what to say.

Sorry.

She knows who she is. I'm an idjit.

That's all.
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Now to other things.

House is on tonight, and whilst I absolutely LOVE the show, I find I'm not enjoying this season as much as previous ones. I don't know why, I guess it's because House isn't a mean, arrogant, sarcastic, drug addict any more... I know, stupid right? I find myself waiting for him to pop a pill, and sexually harass a colleague, or, something. But, well... When a formula works, it's best to just stick to it I think. "If it ain't broke, don't fix it." Or something to that effect.

I'm feeling awfully scatterbrained at the moment. I'm not sure why. My mind is jumping from one subject to another without settling anywhere in particular. I guess it's because I have many thoughts on what to write, but I can't actually get them in any sort of order...

I had the house to myself this weekend, and I must say, it was quite refreshing to be alone. Well, apart from the 2 dogs, 5 cats, 7 birds, and the BLOODY COCKROACH IN MY BEDROOM! I was in bed, reading, as I do, when I saw this HUGE shadow on the wall. I actually thought, "Shit, we've been invaded by aliens and no-body called to tell me. Ahh I'm dead. Oh well, I've had a good run. I wonder if they probe..." Luckily for me and my womanly virtue, it was a trick of the light, the roach *shiver* was crawling down my internet cable from outside. So of course, I proceeded to trash my room looking for the bugger so I could kill it. But, wile as they are, it managed to slip away somewhere.

The next day I was sitting at my PC minding my own business and what should I see sitting on the corner of my desk? You got it. The roach. Another round of furious smacking and stomping ensued and needless to say, it got away. Again.

So I have decided to name it. Wile E Cockroachy. And he shall be my pet and I shall love him and hug him and...

God I'm a sick puppy sometimes.

Bring on the insect spray.