Read Funny Short Stories to avoid The Burbing Breathe of Boredom

Feb 21 Two nights in a row, a cockroach has appeared, happy-go-lucky, just dangling his antennae out on top of my mirror above the sink. The first time I saw him, I swatted at him with my lime green fly swatter. I could tell I just knocked him off his perch and didn’t kill him. But when I saw him in exactly the same place the next day – at the right-hand edge, facing north, just like before - I couldn’t believe it. Twiddling his little scrawny hands as if coating himself with sun tan lotion on a glorious day at the beach. I swatted him again, but I know I just knocked him over. For a second, I got really mad at this obnoxious cockroach, who wouldn’t go away, dodging my swats time and again. Then, as I was walking back to the living room, I realized that that little critter out there is my new roommate. Suddenly my feelings changed. I found myself looking for him in his regular spot when I brushed my teeth to go to bed. If I don’t see him tomorrow when I get home from work, I migh...

This is the old version of "A Cockroach in Brooklyn" (read next post for the best blog post  ever/ funniest short story you ever read, etc). I only keep this old tattered version cuz it's  got the one-and-only comment I have ever received on my blog ever. If I delete the post, I delete  the comment, and henceforth, the realization I am truly just existing, non-existent, here on the web. Then I would have to question other things about my existence. I can't do that to my self esteem. Just like the cockroach I couldn't squash, this is the post I can't unpost. Just ignore it. But don't ignore it. My cyber esteem is still shaky at the best of times. I'm not going to beg for a comment or anything, just wondering if one day, my one dream of one other comment, will be fulfilled. If it's you,  and then  you comment, we will be connected forever as cyber esteem giver and cyber esteem receiver.  Just saying. Feb 21 Two nights in a row, a cockr...