If you’ve been with me for more than a year, you might recognize that title from a previous post or two. So if I get another sunburn, I am going to have to come up with another way to talk about it. Yawn!
This particular sunburn’s not so bad, all things considered. Sure, my ears have peeled and my part’s flaking like your popular prom date, but I haven’t had to coax myself into a cold shower where the drops of rain feel like missiles sent by Satan himself to obliterate your nerve endings. I attribute this small comfort to the fact that I coated myself in waterproof SPF 70 lotion every day at Bonnaroo. Otherwise, I would probably have been parked in a bathtub of ice water for the past few days.
Completely unrelatedly, are there any attractive male youths out there with skin-peeling fetishes? Apply within.