The Van Helsings of the Roach World.

My room mate (Steph) and I had a AFV moment with a roach.
That was funny.
So funny in fact, allow me give you the play by play:

S: "ROACH!" (points to under the dining table)
A bolts from couch, runs to bathroom to grab killing spray, runs back to dining room and starts rapid fire.
S takes zebra dust pan and tries to corner roach.
Roach scurries (yes, scurried.) off dust pan down the hall, toward A and A's room.
A: "EEPPPP!!!!!! IT'S ATTACKING ME!!!"
Roach turns and heads for S's room.
S: "AH! DON'T SPRAY IT INTO MY ROOM!!!"
A, with malicious fever in her eyes: "DIE ROACH DIE!!!"

...

We started cracking up.



Pretend the axe is a long handled, zebra striped dust pan and you've got Steph.



Now pretend the axe is in fact a bottle of bug killer, and you've got yours truly.



Awww sweet psychotic vengeance!

The Rising by Alarm.

“Tell them that I am defying gravity!” Plays for a minute, then shuts off for four, plays for a minute, and shuts off for four. The cycle repeats for about an hour.

“Cat! I’m a kitty cat! And I dance, dance, dance! And I dance, dance, dance!” Plays for a minute, then shuts off for four, plays for a minute, and shuts off for four. This too, repeats for about an hour.

Then comes the sound of John Clease pretending to be French in Monty Python and the Holy Grail. Again, we have minutes of noise, minutes of silence, on and off for about an hour.

These play in between themselves, each minute played is one after the other. In essence, a five minute cycle consists of three minutes noise and two minutes silence.

There’s the half hour prelude of “Razor” by Foo Fighters and the half hour epilogue of “Jenny was a Friend of Mine” by The Killers.

This is how I rise in the morning. Fascinating no? Depressing if one thinks about it. My body so longs to stay cocooned in its shell of fabrics, that it takes an hour and a half to waken the mind enough to pull myself out of bed. I think I might need more sleep.

Let Go

Stop holding on to the mirror, staring at your reflection of the past
Don't reminisce of your gallant ghost; a vapor cloaked in hero's robes
Child of heartbreak fear not, for he'll haunt you no more

Someone needs to get her feet off memory lane
And her head back in the clouds
Dream deep sweet lover, dream deep

Keep treading water, waiting for the moment to be released
From this prison he's created, muddying the waters of your perceptions
Let me set you free, strip you of your shackles you once willingly donned

Walk from your distress oh steadfast innocence, leave naught behind
Turn your eyes and close your ears to the sight of his blood
To the sound of his last breath, his reality denied

Please bring your feet off memory lane
And rest your head back in the clouds
Dream deep sweet lover, dream deep

Mohr

A longing burns deep in my soul
A passion so hot it scalds the heart
A want that pressures the flesh
To walk upon the cliffs, satisfy my core

I wear the guise of slavery
I tread the earth with my ball and chain
I seek a key to unlock my shackles
To walk upon the cliffs, freedom to explore

Her wave of green
Her heart cry myth
Her legend long
To walk upon her cliffs, hear the ocean roar

Oh lady love
Oh Irish plain
With arms outstretched
I will walk upon your cliffs, dream forever more

Her Morning Elegance - Oren Lavie

Sun's been down for days
A pretty flower in a vase
A slipper by the fireplace
A cello lying in its case

Soon she's down the stairs
Her morning elegance she wears
The sound of water makes her dream
Awoken by a cloud of steam
She pours a daydream in a cup
A spoon of sugar sweetens up

And She fights for her life
As she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
As it pours
And she fights for her life
As she goes in a store
With a thought she has caught
By a thread
She pays for the bread
And She goes...
Nobody knows

Sun's been down for days
A winter melody she plays
The thunder makes her contemplate
She hears a noise behind the gate
Perhaps a letter with a dove
Perhaps a stranger she could love

And She fights for her life
As she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
As it pours
And she fights for her life
As she goes in a store
With a thought she has caught
By a thread
She pays for the bread
And She goes...
Nobody knows

And She fights for her life
As she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
As it pours
And she fights for her life
Where people are pleasently strange
And counting the change
And She goes...
Nobody knows