Wed Aug 14, 2002 -
So we're on our way upstairs to bed last night, I'm behind Morpheus who is carrying his lap top, yeah I know sad, but he was all stressed from a bad dat at work and wanted to check in.
SO ANYWAY...we're walking up our stairs when he stops, tells me to back up and go back down. Why? I ask,.."well because there's a HUGE cockroach in our room!!!
HOLY SHIT...so I run back down, he comes back down, puts his shoes on (scaredy cat, thinks it's going to run over his bare feet...well it might??) and then gets our turbo-sized ant and roach killer from under the kitchen sink.
I'm screaming for him to shift himself before the bloody thing disappears and hides, lying in wait for us to fall asleep so that it can crawl into my ear. Hey it COULD HAPPEN!!...
Of course by the times he goes back up the stairs, it's gone, so I freak out, he's yelling at me, I'm screaming back - it's not a pleasant moment. So after we both (me WITHOUT shoes thank you very much) tentatively lift bags, and shoes, I find it right by my lap top underneath one of the chairs. Of course I scream even louder when I see the size of the bloody thing, jesus it's massive, never seen one so big. I mean I'm sure out in Africa they're kind of big, but you know what we're not in fucking Africa, we're in godamn New York and this mother is BIG.
So at the moment it's hovering behind the leg of my night table, which is not good, because there's a chance that it will scurry behind the bed....REALLY NOT GOOD. So I'm yelling at Morpheus to spray it, which he is doing, but this is a super alien cockroach and just WILL NOT die, I mean he must of sprayed the whole can and the bugger is still running around.
Eventually Morpheus pins it, sprays the crap out of it and then just for good measure, stamps on it...oh yeah baby, it's dead.
This cheered me up no end, but then as I was washing my face and cleaning my teeth, I couldn't help but think that maybe the big ass cockroach had a family with him, with cousins, aunts, uncles, nieces and big fat grandmothers.....ok Sam, just go to bed...
I couldn't help but notice that Thong Man (our regular old fart who insists on wearing a blue thong on the roof deck) had a huge blob of sun-cream on his back today, now was he wanting some unsuspecting pretty boy to come rub it in? or did he just miss rubbing it in and there it was, stuck to his skinny, wrinkly back, which of course I couldn't stop staring at...aaargghhh.
Also my pal Michael didn't show today, not a huge dilemma because I did have a "Treatment" to write, all will be revealed, I promise, just not yet. So I guess it was good that he didn't show because we only sit and gossip and then I wouldn't of gotten my project finished.
I now have to shower and hopefully not run into any cockroaches, type up my "Treatment" for Becky, then go and see Professor who has my bag from Aphrodite for this coming weekend in Cold Spring.
Oooh it's American Idol tonight, are they down to 4 or 5 now? Hope that white girl wins with that fab voice, she's brilliant.
Right, I'm off, later people....
