Bugs and bugs

There are too many bugs in my life. A few days ago an enormous, 30 billion legged something or another was running across the floor. And I doubt I would have caught said demon until it crawled into my or Toby’s mouth at night if it weren’t for my two goofy cats following it around like it was the COOLEST thing they had ever seen. Anyhow, one less bug. Then last night Toby and I were leaving Veg City Diner and something hit my shoe. I sort of jumped. It ran towards Toby, he jumped. I felt the damn thing through my sneaker! It turned out to be the biggest roach I’d ever seen. The thing would have scared a city rat. Twas not pleasant. And then this morning. Lately we’ve had some flies. We keep out front door open at times for a cross breeze and figured they were just come in that way. Last night I was lying in bed, and I remembered this time in State College when Soung and I found a bag full of potatoes on the top shelf in our cabinet which were infested with maggots. And so this morning, I found a bag of potatoes. Again, not pleasant at all.
Speaking of bugs, the biggest one of all is in my head. I only took one day off. I am aware of this. And I’m still going to lay a bit low on the personal things if I can help it. (Which I probably can’t). I tend to say too much. And I get tired of doing this. The way I speak and write is sort of unfiltered. And, at times, I think it comes back to haunt me as I say things I do not totally mean, but are instead fleeting seeds of something. Yesterday, I was suddenly so tired. I picked up the keyboard and began writing a story instead. And I’m still feeling a bit of the mental hangover. But I can’t stay away. I suppose. :)
And today is Friday. And I am trying to convince Toby to see a movie he has no real desire in seeing. Or should I say, he wasn’t too keen on the director’s other two, hence his hesitation. We’ll see.

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  1. Lemme guess: Signs?

    I’m sure I’ll see it eventually, but the whole idea of building a movie around crop circles concerns me, since the urban legend has been repeatedly debunked (though on the news the other morning I saw a story on crop circles, and they were treated as semi-serious mysteries. That wacky media.)

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  2. we thought that might be PR. But that’s just nuts. I dunno.

    Yes, you guessed right. I am not sure why, but I am slightly interested in seeing this film.

    And I like to say this to people, “I can see dead people, can I have a drink of water?”

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  3. we thought that might be PR. But that’s just nuts. I dunno.

    Yes, you guessed right. I am not sure why, but I am slightly interested in seeing this film.

    And I like to say this to people, “I can see dead people, can I have a glass of water?”

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  4. Haha!

    I know that little girl is supposed to sound scary, but the trend of trailers featuring some freaky kid saying something freaky is too humorous.

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  5. SLIGHTLY???

    you’ve been dying to see it for weeks.

    you hop around like a chihuahua when you see a poster for it..

    and yes, i do believe the new stories of crop circles were plants for the movie.

    i just don’t like the way this guy writes.

    there are a few things i don’t allow in movies or books:
    – dream sequences. if you commit it to film or paper, damn it, it happened. dream sequences are for shitty writing program attendees and art school hacks.
    – ’…or was it all a dream/in my mind?’ This is similar to the dream sequence, but worse, as it upsets the entire project. it’s a cop out for cowards and hacks.
    – the sucker punch. ‘And then you realize – BOM BOM BOM!!!!! – that they were DEAD all along!!!’ This shit is no different than any shitty campfire urban legend and folks who use it can go to hell.

    Haha. Yes, i do feel strongly but lack the enthusiasm to make a mature argument.
    I’m a writer. I may program, but I’ll always be wrapepd up in writing, whether it’s a productive year for it or not. And as such, I demand giant balls before you hit the first key on that keyboard.

    And this silly hack ass director/writer has none.

    But I love air conditioning, dark, popcorn, and the smell of strangers’ gas mixed with their stale cigarette smoke perfume, so I will definitely see the piece of shit.

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  6. We’ll be seeing that this weekend, at the drive-in. Remy loves M. Night Shyamalan. Wants to marry him, I think.

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