At around 9-9:30ish, I was feeling a little down
so I had a sit down and inhaled from a rather colorful swirly marble looking
contraption tube thing and I started talking to myself out loud. I was alone,
so outside noises were kind of creepy and I kept hearing a weird
taping-pitter-pattery noise.
It was rather distracting, so I would look over
at the window as to attune my ears to the general direction of where the sound
was coming from.
As it was dark, I couldn’t see anything so I
returned to my puffing and flourishing, deep conversation with myself.
But I heard it again. So, once again, I turned
my head to investigate...
It was a motherfucking roach; just chillin’ all
sassy and cunningly on an elegant coffee cup, wiggling its antennas at me-probably
either laughing at me or listening intently. I guess this would be comforting,
but I am terrified of roaches, to the point where it reaches "phobia" territory.
So, I ended my “one-on-one” conversation immediately, and
got the fuck out of there. Pronto. I want to say that if I sound (read? I don’t
fucking know) different/odd, it’s because I’m still under the effects of swirly
marble things, but at least it motivated me to draw/color this shit and write a
post. (Think I might have made my hair longer than it actually is). Doop.
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