Unwanted Visitor Mishap

So I should have expected that at some point during my lovely stay in New York, that I would come face to face with a few ugly mugs. I’ve seen rats in the subways at night, I’ve sat next to smelly people on the subway, and I’ve even encountered a handful of unpleasant cat-calls…all with some respectable level of grace. However I do have one kryptonite: when I’m tired, I don’t really handle bugs well, much less cockroaches.

When I rolled in from Electric Zoo on Saturday at a staggering 3 AM, this hideous thing greeted me by jumping out from under the shower curtain, scurrying into the vanity mirror, and scuffling around the sink.

I should be noted that I was at Electric Zoo from 11 PM until close, had probably lost 10 pounds of water from dancing and screaming like a crazed fangirl, and had only had some meatballs and a hummus sandwich. My reaction to the hideous little nasty was probably more comical that effective: I sprayed at it with bathroom cleaner, yelped when it charged at me from the sink, and tried to swing at it with my face towel (not a brilliant idea in retrospect). Too exhausted to deal with it, I ended up chasing it with a plunger in the bathtub and hissing at it. I decided it would be smart to document its existence just in case, and snapped a picture of it before capturing it under the plunger. After I’d finally gotten something to eat, I managed to hit it with end of my loofah stick and promptly threw it in the garbage before taking a much-needed shower, hissing at it again, and going to sleep.

Eaten Alive: Outdoor Misadventures

So I decided the other night to enjoy the fresh night air in a skirt and platforms. Unfortunately, every mosquito on the eastern seaboard also discovered it was a nice night out also: after a few minutes of being outside I was left with insect bites everywhere. Deciding it wasn’t that bad, I stayed out just a bit longer.

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Now, my poor legs are covered in angry welt-like bites (which yes, I clawed at extensively, because it itched so badly), and in the wake of the gorgeous summer weather I am confined to pants and leggings until the heal. Sadly, this also means that swimming may have to wait until after they heal, and may even mean that I am restricted to pants at the Horse Shows In The Sun (HITS) competition I will be attending next week.

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Beauty is Pain, But This Is Ridiculous!

Naturalizer, consider yourself a boycotted brand. My feet don’t trust you now.

As you might have guessed, I had a mishap today in which I hurt myself. I didn’t do anything overly stupid though, I just wore a pair of shoes that I knew weren’t comfy. I even wore thick fluffy socks to try to prevent blisters. However, these shoes must have been guest designed by Satan because even with sock they managed to shred apart my feet. This one is going to have a few kind of icky pictures. You’ve been warned.

I hate you, I hate you, I hate you….terrible awful footwear

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