As I am preparing to leave for the second extermination scare (it didn't actually happen yesterday), my landlord asks me if everything is off the floor in my room. I almost wanted to laugh. Of course there is shit on my floor. I am not the type of person to have a clean room. I don't understand what happened to me. I used to almost have OCD when it came to having a clean room. My mother could walk into my room and take something and I would know the instant that I stepped in that something was missing. But now, I am older than 10 and realize that my room is my business and who cares as long as its all clean. So I rush back into the house thinking that something this big will take at least five to ten minutes to throw everything on my bed. It did. I threw everything that was on the floor onto my bed and now it looks quite clean. I might as well just sleep on the floor and keep my room a little bit clean for a while. Probably not because of the flea spray. Safe for humans my ass. Smells like orange my ass. Its gonna stink and I'm not going to like it.
Yesterday, as I was walking home from work, this guy drives by slowly in his car with his friends. I look over and notice this grungy looking guy wearing a wifebeater and looking at me talking on my cell phone. Then he flips me off. A slow I'm flipping you off and still flipping you off. I watch as he does this and continue talking to my mom and pretend that nothing is bothering me. Then he speeds up and turns the corner. Pretty soon, there he is again driving by and flipping me off. He is lucky that I was talking to my mother because otherwise I might have attempted to hurt him or at least yell fuck about 15 times and jump up and down. What a dumbass. Who the fuck does he think he is? And why was he flipping me off for no apparent reason? I was honestly expecting a "faggot" to be directed towards me. But nothing. Just a dumbass on the streets of Kville.