No one loves summer more than I do, but the one thing I dread more than anything else (and that includes sand up my butt, sticky skin on a humid day, and chlorine water up my nose) is mosquitoes.
I'm allergic, and I hate the damn things.
They, on the other hand, love me. I've had skeeters follow me into my car and attack me in my sleep.
Now I have red golf ball-size bumps all over me. I can't stop itching...the little bastards.
So other than me clawing myself to death day and night, I am well. I've all moved in, I'm far far away from my dickless old landlords, and I still swing between lasagna or indian food for lunch. Mmmm...
How is
your summer going?
