i may be allergic to chile

the insanity of itchy rash that still covers my back shoulders and chest...
the why oh why did i not traer any calomine
tecnu
outmeal soothing stuff..
instead i literally made actual outmeal and smeared the goo all over me. it was kinda sticky. but niiiiiiiice...

then i thought to ask at the pharmacy where i made a gringofied spectable of, i have a consulta, my prob is i got this i dont know how you call it? and it itches? its a like, umm...like spots or, ok basically this here on my neck see this, yeah this is all over my upper body you got anything for this???

yeah that was fun.

then i went to a lil hell week is done celebration at the party apt and while i had thought of wearing a turtleneck i decided fuck it ima wear the shirt i wanna wear and folks can just not look closely...i mean it doesnt look that bad...

so the thing waas though that i kept bitching about it, pointing it out to everyone. robert el dueno fucking pointed and laughed at which point i said you have a fucking mullet and im allergic to your country, shut up or i will be forced to hurt you...

then several gringas in my program showed me the mysterious wintertime bumps on they faces, they said they think its the contamination the same thing happened to them both last winter and then ash was like yeah and i still cant fuckin breath right going on a second round of antibiotics...i wa like..damn...

our bodies are literally rejecting this place...

so the party died down until about 5 diehard mostly australians, one very cute brazilera but with british accent (if it even gets cuter than that...) and i remained dancing to the bombest mix wed been able to mix up considering the crash of a combined two computers and three ipods...

still and all it was fuckin boomb..we threw in some salt n pepa and david bowie james brown and jackson five and i know yall think thats a mix that cant be mixed but it can, and it was and we danced our drunkity asses off till the cops showed and then we was like, yeah aight we can bajar the volumen, but man...we like five people!!! and all of us had mysteriously lost our cedulas didnt know our rut and hadnt carried a passport all on the advice of the doormen downstairs who were like dont give them any info they cd revoke yer visas.....

then i returned home through the coldy cold cold cold night and the aussie accompanied me so i loaned her some mittens for the return trip and hit the sack, reminding myself as i drifted off not to scratch it only makes it worse...