so last night around midnight i had to pee. so i was walking down the corridor and i noticed a big dark splotch on the floor which could have been one of those blotchy things on wood. you know. wood floors. but it like gets up and flies into my room and its a goddamn roach. what the fuck is this. ive never really had any roaches in my house until my aunt and uncle moved into the basement. nasty roach farm. i hate them. anyway. it was like, the size of my face. or thumb. either way. i wrapped myself in a blanket and picked up a magazine. the damn thing was on the window and i started bashing at it. and if the first ten times didn't get it, i gave it another forty or so whacks. then i guess i ground the body into the floor. and then i doused it with greased lightning, now with orange oil. to the people who manufacture toxic spray chemicals, i LOVE you and i wish you great happiness and five or six virgins. i hope the dude who invented windex is in heaven chillaxin with jesus. anyway i feel really stupid because i feared for my life when i found out it was a roach. like it would eat me or something. i went to bed still covered in my gir-blankey cocoon like a deranged lunatic bitch.

anyway the point of the story is that when i saw the new deviantart layout it made me feel blah because they make your username so damn big and it started to bother me. soooo i made a new one: riotexmachina. there's nothing there and probably never will but yeh i'm moving ok bye.