My laundry is at the apt laundromat. There is a granddaddy cockroach hanging out on my front window. I have to pass it to get my laundry. The Consort is at work so he can’t kill it. What’s the point of being in a relationship if he’s not here to protect me from monsters? Oh god I have to kill it myself don’t I? But what if it touches me? I’m out of bleach! What if it comes in the house? The cat is worthless she has no killer instinct. I’m all alone. I must be brave remember me how I was GT.


I went outside looking like a black female Unabomber, and it was gone. My clothes and I are safe for now but I remain vigilante.