I guess my earlier post today could be Fri-Sat's blog post right?
Well it is my blog so fuck it.
This post will be about the events spanning from Saturday night/Sunday morning and Sunday night.
Saturday night. Stay up til 2 am reading VICE's "The Guide To Sex & Drugs & Rock N Roll"
Before I fell asleep, I turned on the lights to have a drink of water where in the corner of my eye, the cunt cockroach saw me. I stared at it for a good 10 seconds. The shithead knew I saw him and I knew he saw me. I leaned away to grab something and for a split second I turn my head... a glance back and the houdini-roach vanished. In thin air. (Note you, he was at least 1 metre up the wall, So I guess he took a suicide dive)
So I tried to shrug it off, for the next 5 mins I was thinking of all the possible outcomes that could happen tonight.
- Nothing happens, cockroach lives to fight another day.
- Roach crawls on timbo
- Roach crawls on timbo and bites him
- Roach crawls on timbo and bites him then probably lays eggs or pisses over his face (You'd do that too if there was an alien that was 100time bigger than you + asleep)
- Roach crawls into timbo400's anus and lays eggs, during day timbo shits roaches.
The thoughts kept escalating. I was not going to sleep until the motherfucker died.
I went to my laundry room, grabbed a can of Mortein. It was my weapon against the mofo.
I wielded it inside my sister's room (Where I'm currently residing for sleep), I kept the insecticide close like a light sabre, I shot a few warning shots into where he apparently landed.... Nothing.. I looked around closer... I saw a small black figure... I went closer to confirm the target.. He dissapeared... As I stood up.. HE WAS FUCKING RUNNING AT ME! Kamikaze, suicidal, jihad bomber x harikari fuck face. I paniked (and yelped lol) and sprayed him. The jedi-insecticide had failed! It made him run at my even faster! FUCK! I was cornered! I quickly resorted for a wooden plank from my sister's bed. I grabbed it and swung at him several times. He was crushed. His suicide plan had failed. I won. Timbo 1: Roach 0
I was still paranoid so I fumigated my room with the shitty insecticide (Emptied 1/4 of a can). I slept knowing I was safer from poisonous gases than rogue kamikaze roaches. I was victorious. I fell asleep with my mind feeling numb/dizzy from the lack of oxygen in the room. I was satisfied.
The next morning I woke up really early (8am) although it felt like 11am cause it was so sunny. I did jack all besides work on Feather's Logotype + Some other shit.
I ated KFC + Frogurt + Banh Cuon. Twas all good shit.
I was suppose to take nudes of myself in the nice sunlight, but the neighbours would see me so I decided not to.
Here's a random thing I made tonight.
/Timbo400
Well it is my blog so fuck it.
This post will be about the events spanning from Saturday night/Sunday morning and Sunday night.
Saturday night. Stay up til 2 am reading VICE's "The Guide To Sex & Drugs & Rock N Roll"
Before I fell asleep, I turned on the lights to have a drink of water where in the corner of my eye, the cunt cockroach saw me. I stared at it for a good 10 seconds. The shithead knew I saw him and I knew he saw me. I leaned away to grab something and for a split second I turn my head... a glance back and the houdini-roach vanished. In thin air. (Note you, he was at least 1 metre up the wall, So I guess he took a suicide dive)
So I tried to shrug it off, for the next 5 mins I was thinking of all the possible outcomes that could happen tonight.
- Nothing happens, cockroach lives to fight another day.
- Roach crawls on timbo
- Roach crawls on timbo and bites him
- Roach crawls on timbo and bites him then probably lays eggs or pisses over his face (You'd do that too if there was an alien that was 100time bigger than you + asleep)
- Roach crawls into timbo400's anus and lays eggs, during day timbo shits roaches.
The thoughts kept escalating. I was not going to sleep until the motherfucker died.
I went to my laundry room, grabbed a can of Mortein. It was my weapon against the mofo.
I wielded it inside my sister's room (Where I'm currently residing for sleep), I kept the insecticide close like a light sabre, I shot a few warning shots into where he apparently landed.... Nothing.. I looked around closer... I saw a small black figure... I went closer to confirm the target.. He dissapeared... As I stood up.. HE WAS FUCKING RUNNING AT ME! Kamikaze, suicidal, jihad bomber x harikari fuck face. I paniked (and yelped lol) and sprayed him. The jedi-insecticide had failed! It made him run at my even faster! FUCK! I was cornered! I quickly resorted for a wooden plank from my sister's bed. I grabbed it and swung at him several times. He was crushed. His suicide plan had failed. I won. Timbo 1: Roach 0
I was still paranoid so I fumigated my room with the shitty insecticide (Emptied 1/4 of a can). I slept knowing I was safer from poisonous gases than rogue kamikaze roaches. I was victorious. I fell asleep with my mind feeling numb/dizzy from the lack of oxygen in the room. I was satisfied.
The next morning I woke up really early (8am) although it felt like 11am cause it was so sunny. I did jack all besides work on Feather's Logotype + Some other shit.
I ated KFC + Frogurt + Banh Cuon. Twas all good shit.
I was suppose to take nudes of myself in the nice sunlight, but the neighbours would see me so I decided not to.
Here's a random thing I made tonight.
/Timbo400
2 comments:
lolol I think one reason why idk if I could live in Australia is because you guys seem to get more bugs/spiders than us :(
And sometimes I parade around in my room and won't sleep until I can kill a fly... and then it makes me really breathless... so I can't fall asleep lol.
u suck. both of u.
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