There are gnats all over my apartment. Like, seriously. It's really gross, and I am becoming a pro at smashing them both mid-flight and whenever they land on something. Which is also gross, because then I have bug guts on me and have to wash my hands like every 2 minutes. It's also rather distracting when you are trying to be a good bunny and do your homework so that you can get to bed in a timely manner (like... an hour ago would have been nice, but no).
I blame Jorgen and all of her dirty dishes that she leaves in the sink. Still covered in sweet-sugary, nasty, fattening foods. Sick.
Next time I move, I am not having roommates. It will be me and Drawly and no one else (except for maybe the occasional visitor. Only I'm still not accepting visitors right now, so don't ask where I live*).
*If you know you are the exclusion to the rule and have been invited to visit, talk to me and eventually I'll tell you how to find me. Just remember you are sworn to secrecy and cannot tell a single soul where Babylon is, how to get there, or probably even that you visited. Also, don't just show up, because that is like in the Pet Peeve Top Five and will give you a permanent exclusion of all further invitations.**
Relations pardoned indefinitely, but that doesn't mean that I won't still find you annoying if you catch me by surprise.***
Unless you are Mom or Dad coming to spoil me for the day. You are always welcome.
"I think I know how it is to be grown up; it's when you feel how someone feels that isn't you." -Frances Griffiths