FLUDDA! Cuz who else calls you Shuuga cakes?
Bugs bugs everywhere but not a drop to drink. Dammit. My parents pay hundreds of dollars to put central heating and air in our house and it never works. So now it's finally warm out and we have to have windows open and fans on. But it just so happens that we have windows that can open either way, on top or bottom, which means the screens move too. And since my brother has what my dad calls "Eternal Shit-headery" he opened his windows and the screens as well before leaving for his cult, er...fraternity meeting. Welcoming in the thousands of small flying insects that immediately flocked to the only bright, lighted room upstairs. My room. So now I'm battling gnats mosquitos and dozens of other small flying things that want to suck my blood and just EW CRAWL ALL OVER ME. So even though by now I've killed most of them and shut my door and windows, I still feel then landing on me and....crawling. And as if that weren't enough, now I'm simply SWELTERING. I wish I had a few tiki torches.