Cockroaches live only to serve one purpose: To be people's punching bag.

Well at least it did that for me just now. I was soooooooooooooooo fucking pissed at Catman before he left for class. I have no way to vent my anger other than through MSN, then my mum hollered at me that theres this limping-rather-tiny-cockroach. I got my rolled-up newspaper and just whacked it hard at it, directing (almost) all of my anger about Catman to the cockroach.
After the attack i took a look at the dead was-limping-and-now-squashed-rather-tiny cockroach and i actually felt some sort of pity towards it.
Ahh i wished it was larger and more disgusting so i could whack it harder. But in anycase, the whacking did make me feel better. And Catman can go think about what i wrote. He has the whole day to think about how to reply me.

It's exasperating yo, this kind of thing. Dont tell me i deserve better because i think this is normal. Sooner or later we are going to get into situations like this and i rather have it now than later.
And i'm going to sleep now. I seriously doubt Catman will read this because he doesnt read blogs, so it's ok :)