Fuck the sun. I fucking hate the sun, too. Long live the fucking beast.

Well, I’m in Aruba.
After sprinting the length of the Miami airport and narrowly making my flight, I got here and commenced with the relaxing.
I’m sure I’ll tell you all about it when I get back, along with the posting of some pictures which I have already named Quite Possibly The Worst Pictures of Me on Earth.
Also, on top of all my stupid faces (I’ve given up trying to look attractive, so I’m trying to look like a goober) for some reason, the suntan lotion I smear over every inch of my body seems to be getting washed off in the water, but only in a FEW places.
Meaning I either look like some sort of radioactive zebra, or that I’ve come down with the rare skin disease Splotchitis.
Well, my time on this gay computer terminal is about to come to an end.
I am having a good relaxing time here, and we’re going on wave runners later today! Huzzah!
Cure for Spotchitis: Fun!
Okay, not really.
But I’ll have some anyway!

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