Below Freezing pt. II

The war between the lesbo-mosquitoes and I weren't over by my last entry. I was still being hassled with the chore of going on a rampaging massacre every night to kill the little vampire beasts. They seemed to get stronger and louder every night with the consumption of my blood, and I realized I had to get rid of them as soon as I could before they became utterly indestructable. O_O I still got squeamish and shaky after killing them, so don't expect me to exterminate for you, but I got pretty good at finding them after a while. I could easily spot where they were hiding and hear where they were going. I started making my mom and dad kill them for me, and to my surprise, they enthusiastically obliged, proving once again that being a whiny little bitch can make your problems go away. My dad had this brilliant idea of getting all the ones up on the ceiling with the Swiffer broom. He ended up squishing all of them into the ceiling, and then there were a bunch of little brown pancakes with legs on my ceiling before I could convince my mother to wipe them off for me. =/ As I had oh-so-ingeniously predicted, they stopped returning after a while. Even the lesbo-boss-mosquito (that was in my room for like five days and wouldn't leave) was gone, and now I'm back to resting in sanity. Huzzah! =DD


I was also gonna rant about some stress and pms-whatnots but somehow Blogger deleted everything after this paragraph because it doesn't know how to close a fucking tag using HTML. This part is better anyway. Someone should do something funny at school or other. I'm running out of material for funny posts. :(