Normally, I'm terrified of bees. and spiders. and any other kind of small, twitchy, scuttery bug, really. Not just the oh-dear-me-this-is-a-little-uncomfortable kind of scared, no. i mean the screeching-and-running-away kind. But not today. A bee? what bee? dunno what your talking about, hun. And spiders? get OUT of my way, bitches.
i swallowed one. they go well with boysenberries.
Also, my hands are covered in thorn scratches. what can i say? anything to get that big, fat, juicy berry, yeah? bwahaha. i also totally don't care that the entire right thigh of my skinny jeans are stained pink from licking my fingers and wiping. Sorry, Mom.
