I went to the library earlier and this damned fly would not stop bothering me. It kept landing on my table, buzzing around my ear, fueling my silent rage, etc.
And this lasted for literally over an hour. I mean, damn it. Fly, there is about one million square feet of space for you to terrorize in the library. Why are you buzzing around my table?
I mean, I've gone to church 2 of the last 3 weeks. Why is God still plaguing me with flies? Unless they are flies plated with gold that I can pawn for money.
Also, hasn't this fly heard about the time I caught that other fly in mid-air at the computer lab? I'm pretty sure they've added that story to the New Testament already. Or it's atleast in the process.
Maybe that's why he was coming after me. That was probably his great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandfather that I captured.
I didn't even kill that fly though, I just relocated him.
Long story short, flies suck.
Other things that suck include changing my license plate. I estimate I'm one of only .005% of Texans with the old license plate style. I think they switched to the new one like the year after I got my car, and you gotta change it every 8 years.
So now I'll be like everyone else. Lame.
Not to mention I have to get a new number. I liked my old one too.
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