| too bad sucker. |
[25 Apr 2004|12:20am] |
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i was watching the first few minutes of yet another episode of *ahem* the OC *ahem*, when a very unfortunate disturbance occurred.
there was a very short, quick flicking sound that came from behind me, so i swivelled around to see what it was. apparently, a moth had attempted to fly through the blades of my standing fan (?!) but was sliced to bits in the process. what an idiot. i can compare some people i know to that moth. they are all idiots.
anyway i disgress.
so at this point of time, i am fucking grossed out. but what to do, it's tragic, it's my room, i have to clean it out. plus, judging by the way a major chunk of its body was balancing very filmsily on the grills of the fan held on merely by the rush of air being produced (whoa, physics), i don't think it would have been any better if mr idiot moth had blown out towards my hair or something. yes yes, it would be funny if that had happened. but i think not. i think it's fucking sick. bleagh. so i went outside to grab a piece of tissue and disposed of the disgusting mess.
this is what i have learnt:
moths have yellow blood.
like melted strepsils. the lemon flavoured one.
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i need to not do anything for a while... but i need money. fucking opportunity cost
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