Fears
There are times in your life when you have irrational fears that get the best of you. Sometimes I fear being alone forever. Mostly because of loneliness. Other times it’s because of really stupid reasons. This is one of them…
Tonite after my shower I opened the bathroom door and a huge frickin’ B-52 came flying into the bathroom and landed on the counter near the sink. I’m tired, just showered so I can’t see and my glasses are near the beast. F*ck. I swatted at it with my towel, knocking over half the contents of the counter. It managed to crawl to the faucet (which was wet) and he was upside-down squirming. I squirted him with my Bath & Body foam anti-bacterial grapefruit soap. Then as he was struggling I poured Listerine all over him. YUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I then panicked and fled. Upon returning, I found him to be miraculously dead.
I need a man, if for no other reason than to rid my home of wild beasties. Or a son who’s awake late at night that doesn’t inherit my fear of flying (or non-flying) cockroaches.
Crap, now I have to dispose of it. At least it’s clean and has fresh breath…