I am more allergic to mosquito bites than the average bear. Bordering on violently. I don't stop breathing or anything, but my skin swells and stretches and bruises, and it's getting worse as I get older.
Newsflash: very very near my house is an assload of West Nile, hidden in the drainage pipes and swampy areas of a Civil War fort/park that we walk Santa's Little Helper in. Sweeeeet.
In keeping with PIAB tradition, where we use cartoon characters to accurately illustrate our innermost thoughts and feelings, I present to you: Me, as represented by an adorable Japanese icon adopted by socially retarded twenty somethings world-wide (apologies if that's you. I'm sure your Hello Kitty collection is different.) The red circles highlight my current West Nile hotspots:
Her legs have that all-one-size look like mine do! From the swelling!
Anyways, I itch, and now one thigh is bigger than the other.
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They need to put these in airports. FOR REAL THOUGH.
The Pixies and getting back together.
Idaho: getting popular
Congrats. We here at PIAB don't even know how to spell Fullbrite. See?