Wherein I Am Random

1. The pest control people came to my apartment this morning while I was still in bed. I know they came in because I woke up while they were here and was kind of scared/annoyed. My underwear is in a rubbermaid drawer thingummy in the bathroom closet, and to get to it I have to cross the hall. And they have to have known I was here, because my freakin' purse was sitting on the coffee table and gyah. So I just locked the door to my room and sat there until they went away, and then my whole apartment smelled like bug spray. I swear, they just used Raid or something. Fan-fucking-tastic, I just cannot even tell you.

And they left behind a notice saying they'll be doing this once a month. Note that bug spray does not kill termites.

I need a new place to live so, so bad. Fuck.

2. I bought new shirts today on the basis that they were ten bucks a pop and have a tiny owl much like the one tattooed on my ass hip embroidered on them. Which reminds me, I still haven't put up a pic of my tattoo. I should do that.

3. I've gotten back into country music, after fleeing it like the plague during my teen years. Not new country. New country sucks, except for you can really dance to "Honky Tonk Badonkadonk." I mean, "Jesus Take the Wheel" WTF is that? No, I've been cranking Johnny Cash pretty much nonstop for the last week or so. He shot a man in Reno just to watch him die, you know.

4. Oh God. Oh God. I have to really start thinking about grad school. Oh God. *hyperventilates*

5. I have discovered this week that I really just cannot bring myself to give much of a damn about William Wordsworth.