RIP moth (a few months ago – August 2011)
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LIGHTS UP on the stairwell in my building. My neighbor, his lady friend, and me are passing each other on the stairs.
Me: I have a proposal for you
Neighbor: What’s that?
Me: How would you like to make a dollar by killing a moth in my apartment?
Neighbor: I’ll do it for free!
INT. MY ROOM
After three tries, the neighbor succeeds in catching the moth in a napkin.
FADE OUT
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Comparison between this year’s and last year’s moth incident:
THIS YEAR: moth was bigger
LAST YEAR: moth fucked up my life at a stressful time when I had no full-time job, no boyfriend, no school, and a rapidly-expiring lease. Thanks a lot, you little bastard. I hope you’re enjoying the hellfire. (I guess you probably would, cause you’re a moth.)
BOTH YEARS: moth emerged from my thick curtains, I texted my mom about it, and ultimately got Some Dude to kill it for me, because I’m an adult and feminist
