Especially the Captain Crunch kind. It's best described in Neal Stephenson's Cryptonomicon.
My sense of taste says goes it famously with soy milk.
I also like to leave dirty dishes out.
Sometimes for days.
Then the flies breed in it.
And I have to go down to the 7-11 alone, which is embarassing enough on a Sunday night, and buy way more Raid than I really need. I even spend time comparing the inert and active ingredients. If I wasn't alone, we might sound them out.
(And you'd think I'd learn when this all happened to me before. There were so many roaches in my apartment in Silver Spring, Maryland. So many many crawling things.)
So I close the windows and cover Bicycle (our blue-purple Beta fish) and her small tank so as not to kill her too.
And I fill the room up the room with an obnoxious 'Outdoor Scent'.
I escape to the bathroom and devour some more Dreamland Japan: Writings On Modern Manga, which is spectaularly good reading. So good, that I sit there for more than the prescribed fifteen minutes.
Alternating between urinating and listening to the smalltalk people say in the unisex bathrooms here.
It's inane and almost always for, towards or about sex.
I have gotten so tired of dorm life...
I come back.. hours have passed and I still haven't started my take home midterm.
fuckmefuckmefuckme i hate my fuck work ethic