Beach = Sunburns
Hey kids, so one thing you could all learn about me, I am half English (grandparents are from London) so in a place where the sun only exists on rare occasions, this is telling you that I am whiter then an albino walrus. Sadly, unlike the rest of southern california girls love to bake their bodies to a well-done crisp and still look good, I lay out in the sun only to find out two hours after a shower that my body resembles a bright lobster color with some poopie looking spots that people would call freckles.
Now this all might sound a bit harsh but sadly my friends this is the truth. I am not the tanning type. I get red and sick. So why do I still allow myself out in the sun? Maybe because one day I hope instead of a nice shade of burgundy I might be able to pull of some form of a tan.
So as I type I am caking on the aloe lotion on my skin and moving like an 90 year old lady who can't find a comfortable position to sit down on her ass trying to not hurt as much. I wish I was exaggerating. O and another thing, no need for blankets tonight because let me tell you my body has become half Sun God and I am blazing heat from five feet away from me within my skin. Cool, what a successful day.
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