For the bed bug bite fans, another banger, three days in. I'm more rugged and raw than Wu-Tang. I'm the welt king, crown me Prince Pustule, rub me down with ointment and pump me so full of antihistamine that I day sleep through a whole week and my cheeks glow warm. The bites are still hanging round although I don't look so leperish- more like a 5 year old with a belly full of chicken pox.
You know somedays I listen to Nirvana Bleach over and over again. Sometimes I walk to the fridge over and over again and there's still no food so I squeeze a length of Kewpie mayonnaise on my fingers and eat it. And I get all momentarily buzzed on the amazing complexity of this fabulous Japanese mayonnaise. Then I feel sick. Fucking sick.
I'm so itchy. Bloody hell.
