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My bff came and sprayed the dishwasher for me. It appears the fuckers are coming from out of the drain. It's also possible that they flew in from the window because it's fucking hot and those monsters can fly.

The dishwasher and the area are currently poisonous, which is fine because my appetite is fucking shot.

I don't know what to do other than keep the spray close at hand.

I'm just...

Really scared.

Oh my god, this phobia has just gotten worse over the years. I used to be able to handle these, I used to kill these things for other people when I was in the army, now it feels like they're crawling all over me.

Now every movement out of the corner of my eye is a nightmare. I probably should have gone with my bff and slept at her place, but I don't want to leave the house unattended while my parents are gone (yes, they're on holiday! Remember what happened the last time they went for a vacation, because I do!)

I can't handle this on my own, I just can't. And now my sister just called and I burst into tears.

This is such bullshit.

Date: 2013-05-21 12:23 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] heavenscalyx
I am sooooo with you on this phobia. We are invaded annually by little shiny light brown flying Austrian roaches from the apartment building across the street, and it Makes. Me. Crazy. We have found one (1) type of roach bait that actually impacts their population in our house (and it takes a month to kick in), but they still hang out in our yard and I do most of the yardwork and AUUUGGGGGGH. We can see them walk up our front walk every May/June. I HATE IT and it makes me incredibly twitchy about every motion and yeaaaaaah, I'm right there with you.

So much sympathy. Even though I'm having trouble reading your posts. :}

Date: 2013-05-21 01:49 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] ironed_orchid
Ugh. I'm not phobic, but I HATE them.

Date: 2013-05-21 02:30 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] silveradept
I'm sorry they're invading, and that there isn't a switch to flip that changes the phobia into DIE F--KERS DIE with satisfaction upon killing one of them.

Date: 2013-05-21 03:47 am (UTC)
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June 2015

 12345 6

V and Justice

V: Ah, I was forgetting that we are not properly introduced. I do not have a name. You can call me V. Madam Justice...this is V. V... this is Madam Justice. hello, Madam Justice.

Justice: Good evening, V.

V: There. Now we know each other. Actually, I've been a fan of yours for quite some time. Oh, I know what you're thinking...

Justice: The poor boy has a crush on adolescent fatuation.

V: I beg your pardon, Madam. It isn't like that at all. I've long admired you...albeit only from a distance. I used to stare at you from the streets below when I was a child. I'd say to my father, "Who is that lady?" And he'd say "That's Madam Justice." And I'd say "Isn't she pretty."

V: Please don't think it was merely physical. I know you're not that sort of girl. No, I loved you as a person. As an ideal.

Justice: What? V! For shame! You have betrayed me for some harlot, some vain and pouting hussy with painted lips and a knowing smile!

V: I, Madam? I beg to differ! It was your infidelity that drove me to her arms!

V: Ah-ha! That surprised you, didn't it? You thought I didn't know about your little fling. But I do. I know everything! Frankly, I wasn't surprised when I found out. You always did have an eye for a man in uniform.

Justice: Uniform? Why I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. It was always you, V. You were the only one...

V: Liar! Slut! Whore! Deny that you let him have his way with you, him with his armbands and jackboots!

V: Well? Cat got your tongue? I though as much.

V: Very well. So you stand revealed at last. you are no longer my justice. You are his justice now. You have bedded another.

Justice: Sob! Choke! Wh-who is she, V? What is her name?

V: Her name is Anarchy. And she has taught me more as a mistress than you ever did! She has taught me that justice is meaningless without freedom. She is honest. She makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you, Jezebel. I used to wonder why you could never look me in the eye. Now I know. So good bye, dear lady. I would be saddened by our parting even now, save that you are no longer the woman I once loved.


-"V for Vendetta"


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