Day twenty-six of 30 blogs in 30 days
So I got sunburnt today going to this pool:
No… it’s not our pool. It’s a friend of ours with money. Lots of money. The kind of “lots of money” that just kinda pisses you off.
Regardless, they’re extremely nice people and have given us somewhat of an open door whenever we want to come and pretend like we’re living in our own palatial estate.
Also, I got to wear goggles and Bunny flashed me underwater. It was awesome.
Anyway… I got sunburned. Getting sunburned sucks. But a little pain and suffering never hurt anyone right? Besides, after you go through the annoyance of not being able to sleep cause your burn hurts too bad or when your skin starts to heal and ITCHES worse than that time you got crabs… then your skin starts TO PEEL!!
OH MY GAWD HOW EXCITING!!!
If you deny that you enjoy trying to peel the biggest piece of dead skin off your formally sunburned body… then you ARE A LIAR!!! It always makes that cool noise too like you’re pulling Saran wrap out of a box.
I’m always a little disappointed because I get a little over-anxious and start to peel before the whole area is ready to peel. This results in some much smaller flakes of dead skin as opposed to the potential parachute I could have peeled from my back if I had just waited an extra day or two.
C’mon…. c’mon… stay together… stay together…
Bunny always liked to pop my back zits (when I had them) or requested that I call her into the bathroom before squeezing one I had on my face. If she was lucky, I’d squeeze one that shot the poison out of my pimple like a bullet and brutally splash on the bathroom mirror. Anything even remotely close to this scenario would result in her squealing with glee and requesting to get an up close look at what I’d just vanquished.
Don’t look at me like that. You have some sort of ridiculous, sick obsession… and I want to know about it.
So I ask you, my diligent readers… I know you’re there reading RIGHT NOW… what is your sick, twisted obsession? Do you eat your scabs? Do you have an insatiable need to smell armpit body odor? Do you save your pubic hair in a pickle jar? I have laid myself out here to TELL YOU I LIKE PEELING MY DEAD SKIN TO MAKE PARACHUTES THE LEAST YOU CAN DO IS EVEN ANONYMOUSLY EMBARRASS YOURSELF!!
I mean c’mon… it’s just the internet… who’s gonna find out?
Alright. Who’s it gonna be today? Who’s gonna get their blog linked to from me?
Step 1 – Take a picture of yourself holding a sign saying “I Read Hands To War Because _________”.
Step 2 – Send it to me at firstname.lastname@example.org where I will then post it in my fanroll along with your URL or product or whatever and we’ll both get what we want.
It’s kind of like the much much much much much much much much poorer version of Facebook.
Anyway… If you’re interested in joining my fanroll then click on my screaming fans: