you know, in all the other crap i work on, i think that NOTHING drives me half as mad, angry, frustrated to the point of ironic laughter as those bloody little insects.

about a week ago they suddenly appeared eVERYWHERE in my room, then they were in the bathroom, then the kitchen.

I couldnt figure out WHAT THE HECK was causing them. Today I found a plant in my room with the start of root rot.

Thats the culprit/

couple a days ago my roomates walked in the kitchen to find me whipping a towel at the little buggers, until i knocked my glass of juice over all over me, the cat and the stove.

The fruit flies one that one. Its all a deliberate plan, you know, to get food and annoy me.

I tested this theory the other day, I was laying on my bed, and three of them were whizzing about. Of course just out of range and too fast to catch. Well I grabbed the mousepad and armed myself and assumed an anti-fruitfly stance.

Of course, all of a sudden, there were no fruitflies to be seen.. I SWEAR IT. when i put it down - whizz, right by my nose.



I can hear there whizzing little laughter as they win the game.

LOL.



Tonight, part two of The Bedroom is Not Enough, with Mandie Bond..

*plays james bond track*