Unclean!

February 15th, 2002

It's bad enough that these frickin' clowns won't let me sleep at night and keep getting into my pudding cups, but now I cannot even take a bath without being disturbed by them.

After playing racquetball for several hours, I was a little sore and in need of a hot soak. Within minutes of plopping into the tub, I had a goddamn peeper.

ACK! Get the hell down from there!

Creepy son of a bitch! Stop staring at me!

I threw a shampoo bottle at it and knocked it down. I had hoped that the fall killed it (or at least stunned it).

I was wrong...

Aaahhh!

It chucked a bottle of face cleanser at me and jumped down from the tub. Then I heard the all too unreal pitter-patter of little clown shoes on the linoleum floor. It sounds rather like the scurrying of a plastic spider.

Yeah, you better run!

I would lock the bathroom door, but they would probably just pick the locks anyway...