I'll be headng to my parents' house straightaway in downright scummy condition. I wanted to shower, but I'm under a bugger invasion of my own. Ants. I HATE getting rid of ants in my house. They're coming in through my bathroom. I hate using Raid because it's stinky poison and I don't feel good killing them. But that's the deal. Live long and prosper, but not in MY house.
But yes, they're coming in at the shower, and I just don't feel like dealing with them yet. But no, I do not want to shower with ants doing their business around me. That gimme the jibblies.
That's my excuse as to why I'm going to my parents house utterly unclean.
7:28 p.m. 2003-11-23�
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