I just discovered that there are black ants coming into my apartment via the kitchen window.
ANTS.
ARGH.
Above and beyond all that, there's only one word that I can use right now to describe the state of my apartment, and that word is "distressing." (Yeah, Michael, it's THAT BAD.) I need to sweep, clean the bathroom, wipe ALL the counters down thoroughly, put away all my chocolate bars in closed containers and clean the catboxes. If I had a bucket, I'd probably mop, too, but I don't, but I will some time soon because GODDAMN this place needs it.
Back into the fray I leap!
Fucking ANTS! *killkillkilldieraaaaaaaaaar*
ANTS.
ARGH.
Above and beyond all that, there's only one word that I can use right now to describe the state of my apartment, and that word is "distressing." (Yeah, Michael, it's THAT BAD.) I need to sweep, clean the bathroom, wipe ALL the counters down thoroughly, put away all my chocolate bars in closed containers and clean the catboxes. If I had a bucket, I'd probably mop, too, but I don't, but I will some time soon because GODDAMN this place needs it.
Back into the fray I leap!
Fucking ANTS! *killkillkilldieraaaaaaaaaar*
Fucking ants?
Date: 2006-02-20 12:46 am (UTC)Re: Fucking ants?
Date: 2006-02-20 06:27 pm (UTC)Antfucking is probably one of the least romantic things in the world, actually, since the male dies shortly after mating and the queen becomes a giant, bulbous egg factory.