Even though the full amount of itchy rash that invaded my arms from the weeds I yanked out of the backyard in the middle of the night during a manic caffeine rush isn't fully visible here, suffice it to say that whenever my skin gets in direct contact with weeds or cut grass, I become a scratching machine. When I was younger, sometimes sitting in the grass while wearing shorts would cause an entire blanket of red pimply bumps to explode on my thighs and behind my knees. I know what you're thinking. Sexy.
For this week's 5-7-5 assignment, get creative about telling us something that YOU'RE allergic to or seem to have an otherwise strange reaction to. Yes, this has the potential to get a bit icky, I realize, especially if you do it well. But who ever said the Internet was always pretty? Maybe sometimes it's got a rash.
Ew.
I'll get the ball rolling:
nature-hostage teen
band camp wasn't bad enough
my legs looked like braille
NOW YOU.
