I once took a psychological battery asking "Are you afraid of spiders?" I don't have any irrational fear of them, but I hate getting spider bites. So, I just answered "no" because I had just an aversion and not a fear. Well, a few days ago I got bit by a spider in my sleep on my fucking neck.
It looks like I got a hickie from fucking Nosferatu. Granted, it's not visible except when I wear a t-shirt or less, which at work I have to wear a t-shirt. It's totally a cockblock--nobody wants to talk to me because they think I'll drink their blood or give them leprosy.
Here's a close-up:
FUCK spiders.
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