Still A Teen??!??

I'm officially back in Crush. *sigh*. Just when i thought i had finally grown up. But it's no biggie, cos it'll pass, just like his forerunners. His name's Miles. He's soooo cute! I can't help but. In reality now, i find myself leaning back to my proximity infatuation. Or is he the one leaning back towards me? Same difference, i suppose. This calls for "divertory" measures. On the other hand, there is a somebody that seems to like me, whom i may just be inclined to like back. PROGRESS! But we'll see. I'm not quite getting to that point yet.

Woke up this morning, assessed everthing, and all in all, any beyond platonic somebody in my life would just simply be a distraction. I can't say i'm not where i want to be, because i'm still trying to figure out what the next 5 steps are, but i do know i'm not organised concerning what i want to have covered by now. The Lord is my strength.


(10 mins later)
I need to go. It's so unfair how the customer must always be right, even at the cost of any consideration for the service provider (I'm at work). Grrrrrrrrrrrr......

The Vermin Underfoot

5 nights running with sleepless nights. Whatever is a girl to do?

As it turns out, i was not being attacked by the Wicked Witch from the East, as seemed previously. 3 nights later, there i was in a state of semi-consciousness, when i did an encore - jumped out of bed and scrammed for the stairs. After much praying , post initial experience, i was blessed with several upgrades this time round:
- I was fully covered (Thank God!).
- I gasped, but did not scream up the building.
- I observed a scurrying something dash into my bathroom.

This whole time, a friggin rat was cozying up to me at night and giving me nightmares??? Needless to say, I did not waste time boarding up the hole it ran into - was having aspirations of starving it to death or something like that. Unfortunately, O'Ratay had other plans. Kept me up most of the 3 nights that followed, gnawing its way out. Had to change the board, and I must say, that thing could gnaw. Some seriously deadly teeth....

In the end, if you want summink done, you simply must do it yourself (or get your father to do it for you). See all the poison in the world, and rat traps did not catch it (yes, we'd been co-existing for several months now, but i (wrongly) believed that the kitchen was his terrain. As I learnt, even rodents aspire to greater heights. But I digress. The father had to lock himself up in my bathroom for almost an hour, one fine 5am morning, and he came out with its corpse. Same as he did with the first one in the Kitchen. 2 down! Anymore to go? Only time will tell. However, there ARE changes in the house. Like how now we can actually leave the bread out of the microwave overnight. Or the watermelon and yams aren't bitten in.

Yes, life is sweet again.*sigh*