*scratches*

so, i decided to comune with nature today...*glares* not a word. i walked through the grass and leaves without shoes, played my guitar, read, even wrote. it was fun, and a deer walked within 10 feet of me on 2 seperate occasions. the not so fun thing? i went out a second time and just got back in. what drove me in? being eaten alive. my bug spray smells really icky and i hate wearing it...damn i wish i had *scratches some more* itchy itchy itchy. i've got like a dozen bites all over my arms.

but i did get a bit written and i'm happy about that even if its not the most elegant and insightful prose i've ever strung together *lol*

hmm...thought: it must be really uncomfortable for a guy to get bug bites on his dick...*shudders at thought*