social narcolepsy: (mos)q[uito/uesnel]

-i went to quesnel and met some people hey people and got hugs and laughs and questions of interest and all that fun stuff and it was good except for the fucking mosquitos they fucking love me. i attract everything i swear. i think even male mosquitos were tapping this even though they are techinically not supposed to and the only reason i know that is because this one sunday a couple of weeks ago i was really hungover and watching tv and the morning news ended and i could not be bothered to change the channel because that would have required movement but movement made banging noises in my head so i left it and a fishing show came on you know how sundays are so i left it because i did not want the poundbangpound in my head the host was so excited talking about mosquitos and if i could yell at him i would have but ya he told me males do not bite only females need blood to create eggs or some gross fucking reproductive shit like that... LOOK

AND NO THAT IS NOT BACK ACNE maybe one or two are but most of that shit are bites from moquitos and kael thinks even black flys were using some forks and knives on me. great. i love the interior and their fucking bugs so anyseguay i come home after said trip to find out parents are thinking of moving to williams lake?!@#! nice. i will just paint on deet. thanks guys. you better make me tons of fucking pre-made frozen meat loaf nicely packed in ice for the trip back if you ever expect me to visit you there.