I cannot be seen.

[stoopbeck]

I am currently hiding out in my room from the pest-control guy, hoping desperately that he won't find me and lecture me on how I shouldn't cut my hair or how I'm disappointing my father by not pumping out the grandchildren or how I'm spoiled and/or ruining my life or whatever.

My dad is awesome. He's totally covering for me.

Also. When will I learn not to rely upon the internet for medical assistance? And even when the internet is helpful, why do I keep reading the horrific symptoms?

I will be hiding under my bed if you need me.

Comments

[scifigirl.livejournal.com]

Aww man, if I were there I would punch the pest control guy in the face and tell him to stfu he's a fucking bug guy ergo he doesn't get to lecture you on jack shit. But then that will probably be the stressor that makes him crack and start killing ppl, you first. So then I will have to get in touch with the BAU and get them to profile the bug guy since I don't know anything about him, not even his name and then Spencer can be all statistically speaking he would have snapped anyway. And I can be all, but my best friend is dead and it's all my fault. And then Hotch can give me that face and then I'll start crying again and then Morgan can totally get all angry that I'm sad about you and promise to get the son of a bitch that killed you and then punch the wall. Then Reid would figure out where the bug guy is and rescue his latest victim just in time. And Hotch would shoot him in the leg, cause he's awesome like that.

It would be awesome. Except for the whole you being dead part.

[stoopbeck.livejournal.com]

I LIKE THIS PLAN. Except for the, you know, me-being-dead part.

BAU YOU MUST AVENGE MY DEATH! And I may just have to haunt them. You know, to show my gratitude.

[dragonbetween.livejournal.com]

*pets*

What does the pest control guy have against you? Not to mention what right does he have to stick his nose into your business like that? If I were you I would kick him in the shine, stick my tongue out at him, and then go hide under my bed.

[stoopbeck.livejournal.com]

He sees me as the daughter he never had. I think. Which, no, Pest Control Guy, I'm not your daughter, please to stop telling me how to run my life?

I wish I were a meaner person. I'd totally do the shin-kicking.

[dragonbetween.livejournal.com]

I still say what business is it of this guy whom you've brought into your house to do a job you're paying him for to stick his nose in where it doesn't belong? (Sorry, bit of a personal pet-peeve that. It comes from having to help all the nosy people at work I think. I'm ringing up your purchase, what right do you have to ask anything at all about my life that doesn't have something to do with the four walls of this store?) Anyway, you don't have to see him too often and you're never to old to hide under your bed!

[jzeiggy.livejournal.com]

Wow, I don't believe I've ever had a pest control person who's been that interested in my family. Ah, the joys of moving just enough to keep em learning. And I agree with House on the subject of the internet and medicine...don't do it! I nearly freaked out the other day b/c I found something that could've been anything from a lymph node to a parasite according to the Yahoo! thing I was looking at. So not cool...

[stoopbeck.livejournal.com]

Oh, internet... :P

[skroberts]

Seriously, if you need to hide a body, you know who to call.

[stoopbeck.livejournal.com]

*MEGASNUGGLES*

[ewanspotter.livejournal.com]

For reals. The internet has just made us all into hypochondriacs.

[stoopbeck.livejournal.com]

Especially WebMD, which had me going from "I have a headache" to "OMG I HAVE ENCEPHALITIS" in less than sixty seconds.