resurgence

"DO YOU KNOW HOW BAD THIS IS FOR AN OBSESSIVE-COMPULSIVE?!"

no it's not baby. you're just being a brat.

"DIIIIIIIIIIIIE, YOU M@THERF#CKER!"

the above may have been heard coming from our apartment by the neighbors at 6:30 this morning. now i am wrestling with ganas de vomitar and i can't eat at this juncture.

WHAT IF THERE'S A COCKROACH IN MY RAISIN BRAN?

come on, i want you to be able to do things. i'll watch. take this can; you won't even have to use a paper towl. just pick the corpse up with this can and throw it in the garbage.

"LET ME GET MY SHOES ON!" (this was said, of course, after having a hissyfit in the kitchen. for thirty seconds i refused to tread the carpet.) so sucking my stomach in, i reached up and grabbed my shoes, touching ONLY my shoes.

"DO YOU KNOW HOW BAD THIS IS FOR AN OBSESSIVE-COMPULSIVE? did you notice how i didn't touch any part of the closet as i got down my shoes?"

fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. i'm afraid to shut off the bathroom lights.

might have to double my dose of meds.

and i don't think one can ever be trained to be "ok" when a cockroach happens to crawl across the wall. in college one crawled across the wall in front of me when i was studying. i didn't want to step on it, so i hunted it down with a gladware container, trapped it, sealed the lid, and put the whole surprise package in the mini-fridge while i decided to do with it. i put it in the box so that i could "observe" the monster and in observing, accept it in all its cockroach glory, thereby eliminating any possible fear it could incite in me. i figured its little cockroach system would slow down in a cold place. i kept it in the fridge until i got home from classes that evening. then i flushed it down the toilet, wondering why i hadn't thought of it before.

i wonder what my roommate thought of that one! i wonder if i even told her? oh well.


in other news, why in the hell would anyone want to be married on national television, tools to the whims of the viewing public?

UPDATE: aw bless his heart, he sends me a text message asking how i am (after my brat incident!)