on falling one rung further down the karmic ladder

tonight i killed a giant cockroach... i'm preparing for a new roomate, and would have asked the roach to leave regardless, but it's been awhile since i played assassin. my apartment doesn't really have bugs, but when they are present without invitation they are asked to leave with a boot. my boot, after bowling, and some conversation, has been replaced by the kind of spray that makes me feel less than decent as a human being. but it did the trick. we're slow to admit it, but often that's enough to make some folks happy.

i have this raid spray leftover from old roommates that i will not use on the new ones, but still it is somehow strange that people will plot the demise of their neighbors - little or big. understandable, but sad. think about it -- when's the last time you wanted to kill someone and knew you could, regardless? well, i went and did. i think he knew the poison was on its way...sometimes foresight is 20:20.