Fruit flies are the bane of my existence.

F***ing flies are in the kitchen. They get everywhere. I blame my mother. Both Paul and I cleaned that kitchen. Made it as clean as possible, and set up a fruit fly trap. I cleaned out the gross "compost" bucket that is so nicely placed on the kitchen counter and it's breeding fruit flies. I told my mother that it is not to be used anymore.

SHE IS STILL USING IT! She's not even CLOSING the damn lid. I swear to the God I don't believe in that I will begin slitting throats if I find another DAMN FRUIT FLY in or around an item of food I wish to eat.

Just today, I was going to make myself pizza, so I took the dough out of the fridge to warm up so that it would be easy to work with and so I made sure the tie was on tight. I don't know how the little f***ers managed, but like 5 or 6 of them got into the bag and was flying around in it. ON MY PIZZA DOUGH. I am grossed out, and I refuse to eat anything that has been prepared in this kitchen until the problem of the fruit flies is gone.

I can't believe my mom is letting this happen. It's HER fault. She yells at my dad, gives him an ultimatum about all the junk in the house, and she's no better!

I cannot wait until I move out. I have no idea when that will be, but when it does happen, it will be bliss.