I just came from having a pee in the bathroom*.
While I was doing my business, I glanced up at the wall and watched a fly glancing right back at me, rubbing its front legs together very very slowly, as if it were thinking, “I’m going to play Grand Theft Auto on your Xbox when you’re off at work and totally spend all the money you made beatin’ up pimps just to see your face later when you try to buy ammo and find out you’re outta money. Ohhh yeah, this is going to be sweet. ”
Or it might have just been trying to lick poo off its legs.
Fuck I hate flies. You never know what they’re thinkin’.
*lie: it was about a half hour ago, now
Flies staring at me really give me the creeps – I have no idea what they are planning as soon as I close my eyes.
I look back at them through a little prism just to see them as they see us. It’s like looking into their soul.
OK, that might have been the weirdest comment I have ever left, sorry you got me in a pre-coffee state.
It was going “Eeeexcellent” in a Mr Burns voice.
He was checking out your junk.
I mean to a fly your junk must be impressive, OK maybe not.
I had a fly in my room that would just sit on the screen, on the speakers, on the webcam, on anything around my computer when I was sitting by it. I would just sit and relax and suddenly notice that it’s been sitting there, staring at me for a really long time. Yuck. I felt so stalked and unclean.
After that I got this electric thingie that you kill them with. I’m mean, I’m an animal friendly person, but that shit doesn’t go down here.
Damn it. Soda and Candy beat me to it. Grrr.