Tales from a lobster..

Sigh..its happened again.
I foolishly left the apartment with out my armor on, and the great shining ball of gas has attacked me unprovoked. Perhaps she simply did not like my gumption. My foolhardy defiance to her obviously greater power. As I sat on a beautiful June day surrounded by my friends, delicious BBQ, savoring the wonder that is cheezy-poofs, I was unwittingly being burnt by that yellow goddess. Although the thought of applying chemical protection did cross through my mind, not once, but a few times, I was loathe to be "that girl". Perhaps if my friends were a bunch of Irish Catholics, but alas, they consist of a Filipino, a Mexican, and Hawaiian, and hmmm...Jon? Chrissy?Kasey? Where is your attack from the sun? Sigh. This is how I know it is a personal feud between the sun and I.
I find solace in knowing that Corey was not spared. Perhaps the sun has been angered by my attempt at happiness and is trying to alter Corey's DNA by her radiating light waves. You think you know pink burns, but do you know purple burns? That awe-inspiring shade of red that is so dark it looks purple in most lights. The color that tells you that the sun has intimately penetrated deep in your skin without so much as a kiss. Actually, she has given me the kiss of death, this time. Here is my list of the worst places to be burnt, pain wise
1. Lips. And shes done it again
2. The part in your hair. Trying brushing your hair then!
3. The tops of your feet. Always itch and no shoe is comfortable
4. Butt.

Thankfully I never leave the bathroom without covering my face in chemicals, so while my face will remain youthful and wrinkle-free my shoulders and chest will be age spotted, wrinkly, and droopy. Just promise not to stare.