The Orkin man didn’t show up today and we waited all day because the fucking floors are disintegrating. Termites are pests that eat wood and not the kind of wood that Amanda B. use to have between her legs. In case you missed my last post it was revealed that Amanda B. is a man, or was a man, in the past. I’m not sure if that means she’s still a man with a vagina or a woman with a new space in place of the thing that was there before. I need to read up on this cause I’m not that smart. I don’t mean to be crude but mom is panicked because her foot almost went through the floor. I swear. And mom doesn’t even have big feet even though everything I’ve said about her makes her seem like she’s Big Foot. Mom just has a big mouth. Small feet. Anyway, Amanda B. is calling the Orkin man the first thing in the AM cause she hates bugs and bats too. Not baseball bats but the kind of bats that sleep during the day. I’m gonna apply some Burt’s shea butter hand cream repair because I think I need to be rejuvenated. P.S. The origin of love is behind you.