Wednesday 8 August 2007

The Fly

There is a fly in my room that is the size of a fucking cadillac escalade. It only seems to make noise when I am in deep thought. When I am running on my treadmill, there it is. While I am reading, there it is. WHEN I AM SLEEPING, THERE IT FUCKING IS! JFKDSJKSDLFJKLSDFJLKSD.
I want to sleep dammit! Fuck flies. Fuck each, individual, motherfucking maggot that will morph into a fly.



As you can tell, I am not a morning person. Well, a "have to wake up at one o' clock because of an obnoxious bug" person.

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