Okay. I have a spider bite. ON MY FACE. Let me repeat that. I HAVE A SPIDER BITE ON MY FACE. While I sleep, little spiders (well, I suspect it's just one mutherfucking big on) has been crawling all over my unresisting form BITING MY FACE. SPIDERS! Okay, honestly, I don't really care that spiders have been crawling on my in my sleep. It's the fact that they've been BITING me bothers me. Mostly because it's itchy and swelly and irritating. I have a nasty swollen red blotch in the middle of my left cheek. Fucking spiders. I cleaned, hardcore, after getting the first ones, and I didn't get any for a week after, so I thought I'd gotten rid of them. Until this BITE. On my FACE. Stupid fucking spiders. In other news, I'm trying not to write about Loren so I don't have to think about him and his new girlfriend. Petty of me? Possibly. It just hurts a lot. I pretend she's dumb and flakey, but manipulative and clingy, and Loren has been unable to get away despite repeated efforts. Hey, I can dream. Okay, and now I'm writing about it, even though I said I wouldn't. I stop! Stupid fucking spiders. . Rosie.
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