This entry is dedicated to the one mosquito that keeps hovering around my ear. Please stop, because you are slowly driving me insane. Your buzzing, although hypnotic in its own way, makes me want to drive a hammer into my skull.
I have tried killing you with quick cat like movements. Alas, they have failed, and it is out of pure frustration that I write this, an attempt to appeal to your reasonable side. Mr. Miyagi would be proud.
Don’t you have anything better to do Ms. Mosquito? Maybe some friends that you can meet up and have sex with? I mean, that is what mosquitos like to do right? Drink human blood and fuck? I can understand you wanting a taste of my delicious Indian juices, but every goddamn night and for hours at a time? Are you serious? Get your life together Ms. Mosquito because as I understand it, its not a very long one.
Perhaps you should take up the art of lawn bowling, or poker. Perhaps even knitting as I have heard it is a very effective way to relieve some boredom. Now, these suggestions may not be that helpful to you, a six legged flying insect, but at-least I am trying damnit! All you do is sit there, smug grin on your fat face, sucking my delicious delicious blood.
STOP IT.
All I want to do right now is sleep Ms. Mosquito, so tell me, can I go to bed yet?
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