Saturday, August 25, 2007

I love my exterminator

Is this what Eva Braun felt? I'm sorry, that was a terrible joke and I should probably take it down but the heady rush of the exterminator having swept through my apartment has clouded my judgment. I love him! He even smells good, which is probably the smell of rodent poison or something to mask the rodent poison. Anyway, while I'm not entirely confident the problem is solved because I won't believe it until I don't see it, I feel substantially better than I did a couple hours ago. I kind of wanted to take a picture of him for the blog, but then something stopped me. Strangely it was the urge to eat through rotten wood, crap in the linen closet and then scurry, squeaking, through a hole one eighth my size while possibly carrying pestilence though I think that's more folklore than anything. Strange.

And while we're talking about this I have something unrelated to say. I think it's funny when people pile on the host of that late night show I do for being so twisted. They'd probably be surprised to know a sweet looking girl in love with her exterminator spawns some of the more twisted material.


Anonymous said...

The first step is to confront your fear and to attack it head on, so I found this site that deals with bozophobia, and I think I may be well on my way to recovery. Then again, what do I know.

As far as your love for exterminators, this one may confirm your suspicions or once you see the background, just send you over the edge. I know, I know, it does not entirely address the furry little rodents that are scurrying through homes worldwide like revelers during a parade, but its close.

If only now I can find something that deals with the fear of that little protrusion at the bend of your arm about halfway up or down depending on how you feel that day. Butter your toast!

RICH said...

Look what happened to that relationship.