May 23, 2011

cream floats

dear creamy windex diary,

my kitchen is a divine mess, yet the only thing i find myself really wanting to do is chase these ants around and spray them with windex. i am to the point where i believe that window cleaner works faster at killing the fucking ants than the poison. they look like they are having a fucking party in the shit. i picked up a trap off of the floor in the bathroom, which was full of the tiny fuckers, and i want the whole world to know- SOME TRIED TO CRAWL OUT AT ME. oh hail to the no. that is when i went and got the windex and started killing the ones that tried to run off. i don't care if they were going back to infect the rest of them- they should die right there where i can see them die. i need to find a good home for my snake. i cant deal with her anymore. she is already hunting again and i really had my heart set on feeding her a kitten. i think she would eat it. i don't even think it is mean to feed the kitten to a snake either- i hate cats- and my friend aimee will never find homes for all of them and they will grow up and have more kittens- PROLLY INBRED- at that. my snake could prolly eat three of them as small as they are right now, then she'd only have EIGHT left. charles darwin wouldn't have a problem with my idea- i'd bet you anything.