Roach shock

Since I have a disgusting theme going with my postings, I inevitably must bring up roaches.

I just killed one in my shower tonight.
I also came pretty close to dry heaving in my shower tonight.
No, no I wasn't using it at the time thankfully.

What is it about killing roaches... or just roaches in general???
I have a physical reaction to these things...
so much so that I can't believe I don't live every moment in fear of my next encounter with one.

I repeatedly block out the emotional trauma post-slaughter.
It's like women forgetting labor pains in between popping out kids...

If you're gonna spew, spew into this...


I got puked on today... sick me out.

Under construction...

Pardon the interruption in aesthetically pleasing blog postings folks. I'm sick of my template and am in limbo on what to select... feel free to leave suggestions.

Meet Charles...





Turning 26 did have it's perks.
My mother introduced me to Charles.
She thought we'd get along nicely, and although I was skeptical at first, she was so right.
Charles has changed my morning routine forever.
In less than a minute, he can whip up a piping hot cup of gourmet coffee... or tea when you feel like it... or hot cocoa when the emotional breakdown warrants it.

Wait for it... wait for it...






















Our apartment is lacking hot water again. Nothing like waking up to find the temperature of your water unable to rise above 75 degrees. We've been having trouble ever since this everlasting construction project started on our street.
To freshen up before the astros game or not to freshen up... that is the question...

Who knew David Hasselhoff broke into the hot water bottle industry!