bugs

as i sit here pondering how not to get fingernail polish on my cuticles, i realize just how boring my break has become... i have barely been home two weeks. i used to have a sense of adventure. rollercoasters were neat, but now all i can think about is how sturdy the ride has been built. what if the engineers were just a little off? i mean who knows, right? the testing could have shaken that one bolt holding everything together, a little off, and there i go plummeting to my death. and i used to think all bugs were neat. But now i think that the killing of most bugs by vacuum is quite okay. and maybe slightly thrilling. to see that evil infiltrater get sucked away and spun to it's imminent death, by me no less, is somewhat invigorating. but then i wonder, can a bug send out a buggy signal and all their friends come into my apartment. i wonder. and the rolly-poly's: why do they always come to my apartment to commit suicide? everytime i am on break from my job, there are little piles of dead rolly-polys everywhere. that's so depressing. and now, there are centipedes, those little ones.