yesterday, while standing in my kitchen, my dog elektra made a leap at the ceiling at what i assumed would turn out to be one of the two flies that have taken up winter residence in our house to provide the dogs with entertainment. when i looked up at the stupid flourescent light in our stupid drop-tile ceiling, i saw the very distinct outline of a mouse scurrying across the light.
it wasn't in our food, so that's good. however, i hate mice. the revulsion i have towards mice is only marginally smaller than my problems with rats (which thankfully have never been inside of any house i lived in to my knowledge). to see one over my head makes me think of the fact that one could fall on my head, and that's not a thought i can fully deal with.
mice outside are fine. mice inside my space (especially the kitchen) not so much.
please, all you rodent lovers out there, this applies to gerbils, hamsters, and countless other foul little paddy-footed beasts people try to pass off as pets. keep the little fuckers out of my house.
superbowl was fun, but some of the worst officiating i've seen in a game i had no personal stake in.
somehow, it was a republikkkan thing. fuck them sons of bitches.
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