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Bits and Pieces

Hello. Welllll, there isn't much to know about me. In other words, don't ask. Hey, but if you really want to know, one word: psychopath.. Anyways... I'm just another one of those bloggers out there, blogging about how crappy life is, etc. Pathetic, is it not? Life.

phobia.

i am extremely disgusted by flies the size of miniature poodles. i may have exaggerated just a bit, but really, huge flies scare me.

they give me the friggin shudders.

well, a huge gigantic ugly bastard fly landed on my computer monitor a few minutes ago and made me, urm... made me explode. i wanted to put 'scream', but it wasnt really a scream. more like a shriek. yea, the sight of it made me SHRIEK. ever hear a boy shriek before? lol

i got out of my chair and ran away. well, i came back seconds later. then it landed on the fan remote control. i freaked out and shooed it away. it flew off into the distance and like those kamikaze jet fighters, hit me in the back of my head. i didnt really have the time to think about it, but i guess that during the entire horrifying episode, i was...

IT'S BACK!!!! AHHHHHH! NOOOOOOOO! OH MY GAAAWDD!

...okay, now i really wonder if there's something dead up here.

now whenever i feel like something's crawling on my skin, i shout and start slapping myself on that particular part of my body. stupid mutant fly. it's hiding somewhere around here. just go away, dammit!

it all started from that one time when i swat dead a huge fly and worms started squirming out of it's squashed carcass. eww.

*intermission; please excuse me while i shout and run out of the room because of a DAMNED fly*

right. i just had to sneak into my very own room. i know that it is somewhere, plotting its next move on me, the victim. i hate being the victim. stupid species of huge ugly flies. JUST GO EXTINCT WON'T YOU!

just thinking about the look of them kills me. now i'm thinking about them in a huge swarm, coming towards me. *pees in pants*

my computer room used to be my sancutary. after this incident, i dont feel safe here anymore. (melodramatic, amn't i?)

oh no... now you all know my phobia.


great job, gerald. great job. *self-pat on back*

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