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So, yesterday morning at, oh about 2am, I was awakened to a strange clicking noise. I looked up and saw what appeared to be a rather large flying bug whizzing past my eyes. I freaked, because I do. Not. Like. Bugs. Of any kind, shape, cuteness, whatev. I have stared some really mean people in the face and not backed down, but send a bug (especially a spider) my way....and I turn into the biggest, most over dramatic sissy you've ever seen. For realz.

So, imagine this, if you will: I was wearing a bleach stained Bud-Lite shirt that belongs to Hot Police Boy (I may or may not have stolen it from him) to sleep in. To this gorgeous hideous piece of Couture, I added a pair of 4.5 inch, black patent, Jessica Simpson, peep-toe stilettos (that had previously been worn to church that day) and a camouflage Clemson baseball hat (with Clemson spelled out in PINK, of course. Not worn to church in case you were wondering). Why the shoes, you ask? Well, I didn't want to touch the bug with bare feet, should the sucker be in the floor. But...what about the hat? I have an irrational fear of flying things landing in my hair, thus the hat.

I may or may not have spent the better part of TWO hours stealthily searching my room for this stupid bug! I finally found the darn thing on a stack of pillows beside my bed. I screamed. Really loud. Then, I jumped up and down for a bit. I don't know why I jump up and down when I get near bugs, but I truly feel it makes them a little afraid of me. Finally, I attached the longest hose to the vacuum and sucked the little bugger up.

I then caught a glimpse of myself in the full length mirror. Ummm....me in a Bud shirt with super high stilettos, and a camo baseball hat?!? Yeah, it was just as sexy trashy looking as it sounds.

The end.