Fuck Bugs

Almost died on 795 today. Why? A moth the size of a baseball glove furously attacked me in my car. I swerved off the road TWICE. What the fuck? Maybe I'm not ready to move out after all, a moth (mammoth moth, but still just a moth) makes me put myself in danger. So I spent the whole drive practicing my moth hand, you know, a fist that contains the moth but doesn't squish/kill it. Not that I would be too terrible sad if it died- it did try to kill me, remember, but I didn't want dead moth all over me. Super gross. Horrible drive home. My car is now out front, all windows down, waiting for someone (Scott) to wander by so I can have him check it for me. But wait, there's more! Got to my room and there was one of those scary monster bugs on my screen. :( I killed it, but not without squealing. It must be a day for bugs. I'll have to be careful today, I might lose my shit again.

In other news, we have an application in on a house for rent in ferndale. It's not really looking fantastic at this point, but it's a step. Keep your fingers crossed and recrossed for us.

ALSO, http://www.spinner.com/2007/06/08/20-rockin-gay-moments-no-1/

Check it out! That's my boy.

Okay, everyone, wish me luck on my presentation tomorrow, the application which we should hear about next week, and the bugs that seem to have it in for me.

Peace!