Evidently one hour in the sun every day is too much. Because I burned, particularly on my forever-white thighs. I mean I purposely didn’t use sunscreen, but that’s why I only stayed out for an hour. I just can’t get a break with the sun this summer.

Ugh, and I was planning on tanning my ass today, too.

So I guess once I heal I’ll proceed with daily 30 minute periods in the sun.

Man, I should be able to think of a million of these, but I can’t really do it on the spot. Let’s see, roommates, period. When people pronounce things wrong. Thinking I’m burning in the sun so I put on more sunscreen, only to have gotten no color at all. When I am involuntarily placed in the middle of something I don’t belong in. Having to wait for a price check at a cash register. When people don’t finish their sentences. Saying like is ok, but like, there’s like a line. People who let alcohol or weed rule their life. Those people whose mouth is never fully closed. People who talk too fast. People who talk too slow. Twilight fans. Being ripped off by cab drivers.