Yes, and if it’s sunburn then you don’t HAVE those.
But I do. And it’s from the sun. -_-
I have stupidly pale skin and have never got a sunburn. Stay inside every day, brah.
Nope. I’ll admit, it was a stupid mistake. I was just raging about the pain. 
I’ve thoroughly learned my lesson.
I once made a grave (and extremely stupid) error by jumping into a lake with suncreen on that didn’t repel water. Result: second to third degree burns on my shoulders. Including blisters and oozing wounds. Result of that result: couldn’t wear any upper body clothes for a week until the blisters started healing a bit, and even then it was still extremely painful.
At first I was all: HAHA fuck you sun, I’m putting scunscreen on.
Then I was all like: FUCK YOU PHARMACIES THAT DON’T MAKE ALL SUNSCREENS WATER REPELLANT!
I myself have to wear short shorts. And walking pains me dearly.
My new outlook from all of this: the sun is a cruel enemy that must be extinguished.
I’m trying to set a world record of how many puppies I can put in my emotion’s mouth!
Here we go:
:-[:3:3:3:3] 4!
Also: I hate that I suddenly get the feeling of hating something!
wtf r u doin
In Scandinavia Norway: We do puppies!
you’re dumb
Salman, you are a moron and you should go away.
I’m disappoint.
Sorry, I thought my stupid comment would make you give me messages witch made me angry so I could post a great anger-post… by some reason I just feel depressed now…
Good.
So I was driving across town last night, and felt brave (because I wanted to get there quickly) so I got on the interstate in order to get there.
Half a mile onto the interstate, a hilly roadway elevated over a neighbourhood, traffic (which was fucking light at that hour on a monday night) screams to a halt. We scoot, ever single car going back and forth between idling forward and braking. I tried calling to tell the girl I would be late, but it rang into voicemail and then my phone died.
This extremely-slow-scoot goes on for nearly 45 minutes until the next exit when everybody gets the fuck off of the interstate because of what was keeping it hung up, which leaves me nowhere near my destination on a side of town I didn’t know quite well so I spend the next hour (should have been 15 minutes) trying to find this place from a totally different approach than I wrote down on Google Maps, because the police had cordoned off new vehicles from going on the interstate.
Do you know what started that 45 minute crawl? On a three-lane highway, there were four police vehicles shoulder-to-shoulder going 2mph. What the fuck. It made no sense. They kept on crawling as everybody took the first exit available, which was half a gallon of idling fuel from when the jam started.
I stopped at a Waffle House, got a waffle to go (to be courteous), asking the waitress if I could make a phone call (I had my wall-charger with me but there are no outlets available in public, what the fuck) and got the voicemail again.
I stopped at a Circle K 1/4 mile from the destination, unable to find it at night, but the lady working there didn’t know much about the area. WHY THE FUCK IS AN ELECTRICAL OUTLET SUCH A SECRET COMMODITY.
I found the complex, followed another car through the gate, parked, and realized I forgot to write down her apartment number. There are about 10 buildings with 24 apartments each. There is no office… no directory to speak of. I wander around a bit.
I find her car parked between two buildings, jog around their flights of stairs frantically thinking how I’ll find it, but can’t remember the number. I decide to repark next to her car. While reparking I realize there’s a hotel in front of this gaudy apartment complex. I jog there. I have a gulp from a water fountain. In my plight the counter attendant lets me hook up to an electrical outlet as I make a call, “but only for a few minutes” since I’m not a guest.
If she doesn’t answer, I can’t imagine what I’ll be doing. Staying in my car overnight? I have sleeping bags in it . . . but in this weather the heat would melt me. Pay for a room at that hotel? Bah… by the way, she and me have had about four conversations since last May and she sometimes makes it a point of avoiding me…
…she picks up. I tell her about finding the car, she tells me that it was actually parked far from her place. She tells me the building number. Second floor, 04. I go up one flight of stairs on the building, and am greeted with 05. The doors of that part went from 05 to 08… so I jog to the only remaining place it could be. As I knock on the door, there she was out of the corner of my eye approaching from my flank. At last.
[COLOR=‘Black’]So much for taking a shower beforehand. I had to go inside and take my shirt off. But it all went better than expected, and got another shower before hitting the hay. It all seemed right. But I’ll tell you, it was strange avoiding things that used to come so naturally. No hugs, no. Not last night and not this morning. Though spooning seems to be an exception. No kisses on the lips, either. Not on the mouth. And perhaps most importantly, “I love you” would have been taboo. Too obviously intimate. Not innocently intimate like a shower or slumber.
Damn, Tiki, you should be a writer.
anyhow back to rage
GODDAMN, I FUCKING HATE WHEN MY FOLKS GO CAMPING, RAAGH!!!
THEY GET SO FUCKING ANAL ABOUT SHIT GETTING DONE FUCKING NOW!!!
LETS NOT FORGET, ITS the last week of the month. MOM’S PISSED-OFF and MOTHERFUCKING MOODY AS HELL which STRESSES JIM (my stepdad) Out and Pisses him off too… Why now!!!
Not being a teenager rules.
Just another year for me…
Liar.
[color=red]LIARS FILL ME WITH RAGE.[/size]
lol wut