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All's well that begins well
Even though I am all but moved in, I already had to deal with the presence of a new pet. Giancarla (pronounciation: "jean", weird, I know, but she insists) is a mosquito who clearly survived through a whole lot to end up resting on my walls, it being wintertime and all.
I tried explaining it to the animal, but she looked at me as if I was a moron and even though I probably am, I could not expect any sympathy from her. I forgave her because of everything she's been through.
I told her too that if she wanted to feed her young from my whirling streams of blood, she would be disappointed, as no mosquito has ever successfully managed to sting me. She could of course always try and be the first.
Still attentive to what I had to say, I started explaining to her how I would go to the city council to do my registration here tomorrow, which, Giancarla added, will officially make me "one of them immigrants that come stealing all the jobs from under our noses!" Since she'd probably be dead in a couple of days (from starvation if she continues to live with me, or from old age if she flies off to the Promised Land), I felt it unnecessary to explain to her how I wouldn't actually be stealing any jobs, since prostitution is not really a job anyway (yes, I know I am not a real prostitute, thanks for pointing that out, Sherlock, but I'd have to dumb it down a bit if I were to explain everything I want to do to a mosquito, see... yes, even in hypothetical musings on what I actually didn't tell her).
I could tell Giancarla was beginning to lose interest, not that I could blame her, I can only imagine how hard it must be to break into people's homes to feed your offspring. The worst thing I ever broke into was Erik's pants, but even then I had signed a ten page contract to guarantee that his possessions would remain free of damage. So anyway, Giancarla seemed to be lost in existential thought, so when i turned my head and looked back again, she was gone.
I assured myself I hadn't imagined her and continued with what I was doing...
I tried explaining it to the animal, but she looked at me as if I was a moron and even though I probably am, I could not expect any sympathy from her. I forgave her because of everything she's been through.
I told her too that if she wanted to feed her young from my whirling streams of blood, she would be disappointed, as no mosquito has ever successfully managed to sting me. She could of course always try and be the first.
Still attentive to what I had to say, I started explaining to her how I would go to the city council to do my registration here tomorrow, which, Giancarla added, will officially make me "one of them immigrants that come stealing all the jobs from under our noses!" Since she'd probably be dead in a couple of days (from starvation if she continues to live with me, or from old age if she flies off to the Promised Land), I felt it unnecessary to explain to her how I wouldn't actually be stealing any jobs, since prostitution is not really a job anyway (yes, I know I am not a real prostitute, thanks for pointing that out, Sherlock, but I'd have to dumb it down a bit if I were to explain everything I want to do to a mosquito, see... yes, even in hypothetical musings on what I actually didn't tell her).
I could tell Giancarla was beginning to lose interest, not that I could blame her, I can only imagine how hard it must be to break into people's homes to feed your offspring. The worst thing I ever broke into was Erik's pants, but even then I had signed a ten page contract to guarantee that his possessions would remain free of damage. So anyway, Giancarla seemed to be lost in existential thought, so when i turned my head and looked back again, she was gone.
I assured myself I hadn't imagined her and continued with what I was doing...