Thursday, November 09, 2006
1:25 PM


OMG
OMG
THAT FRICKING BOX IS FILLED WITH A WHOLE FAMILY OF FRICKING COCKROACHES I SWEAR I SAW THE GRANDFATHER OF THE LITTLE BABY ROACHES THERE WERE SO MANYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
*hyperventilates*

I was swimming in junk in the store trying to look for that measly steamboak cooker. Did I find it? NO. Was I looking at the right place? NO, again. Guess where I found it? NOPE, not in the store(which I ransacked through the junk, I DIDNT KNOW THINGS LIKE FISHNETS EXISTED IN THE HOUSEHOLE, till today) BUT in some ulu cupboard underneath the stove. And guess what I found after I opened the box? AN EXTENDED FAMILY OF COCKROACHES, inclusive of mother father brother sister granchildren cockroach and many many of its little shitlings. So am I gonna bring that steamboat cooker to the steamboat dinner later? NU-UHHHHHH. Unless I'm a horrible sadistic asshole, who wants my teamates to get diarrhoe and food poisoning. But no, I shan't bring that, instead I'm gonna substitute it for some multi-purpose cooker thing. I hope that'll do.

I cleaned up the murder scene where I killed a family of cockroach(i'm really sorry, but they bring germs! and diseases!).

*shudders*