There’s a flying freaking hell big cockroach roaming in my house right now, i can’t think straight actually cause i’ve been screaming and running around like a mad woman for the past half hour. And that cunning pest is nowhere to be found right now. such a dickhead! wtf grrrrrrrrrrrr poor me i have to abandon my plans to do work tonight cause he might come out and irritate me again!
anyways it struck upon me that I must blog/record/list down on my future husband criterias:
- he must not be afraid of cockroaches. TOTALLY.
- he must be able to catch all cockroaches at home.
- he must be able to locate the flying pest and kill it instantly.
- he cannot tickle me!
- ok the rest can wait actually… hehe.
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