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Remember that horrible rash I had a few days ago? I’m allergic to my pants. At least I think I’m allergic to them when I drink that vanilla coffee from the machine on 14. I don’t ordinarily recommend drinking coffee out of a machine, but the one on 14 produces joy in a paper cup for 50 cents (take that Starbucks) that I’m completely addicted to.
Anyway, those are the only two variables that occur when that burny feeling overtakes my thighs--I wear the pants and drink the coffee. At noon they felt a little scratchy and weird, like there are burrs in there, but by 5:43 (the current time) it’s like a hot fire on my legs. There’s not a goddamned thing I can do about it now either. If I take off my pants here at work, I’ll only have to put them back on again and the thought of that is worse than the current attacking fire ant sensation I’m experiencing.
