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[Jun. 15th, 2009|08:02 am] |
7 frickin' mosquito bites!! 5 on my frickin' legs and two on my frickin' left arm. It's taking all my will power not to take steel wool to my legs and scratch until I'm completely and utterly satisfied.
This is what I get for being too lazy to drive back for mosquito repellant. This means war, nonetheless. I'm gonna up my mosquito slaying training and wreak havoc on the general mosquito populace. Possibly looking into breeding bats and other insect eating creatures... Mosquitoes. Must. Die.
P.S. I was traumatized further this weekend by finding out that a piece of food at some point in time rolled underneath my bed.. I found it on Friday. Let's just say what I found made me go nuts with the vacuum cleaner and the lysol. O_O I am NEVER... EVER bringing food to my bedroom again. EVER...
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