tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601772.post964686542351029536..comments2023-10-01T05:00:34.318-04:00Comments on The Negative Split: This Stuff of Which Dreams are Made of . . .Nathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08250132017455417022noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601772.post-59494512343925790822008-07-30T10:59:00.000-04:002008-07-30T10:59:00.000-04:00if it's hereditary... you got it from me. Anythi...if it's hereditary... you got it from me. Anything that bites LOVES me to pieces. Then huge swollen whelps follow that lasts forever. Then scars follow that. And sometimes it gets so exciting I get to go to the emergency room. The only flaw in hot weather is the bug population. I swear they gather in tribes outside my door just waiting on me to emerge so they can feast. Winter only redeems itself for lack of bugs. Lala<BR/>I'm totally serious about That restaurant idea. (Stoph ?)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21601772.post-47978830618371576652008-07-30T09:40:00.000-04:002008-07-30T09:40:00.000-04:00Hmm- I may have to challenge you on the mosquito t...Hmm- I may have to challenge you on the mosquito thing- mosquitos LOVE me. Also, I'm guessing I should go get some more vaccines.Camillehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07423616674141484361noreply@blogger.com