That Sun Thing...

[rebness]

Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow.

Question: why do the British go insane at the slightest hint of sun? Why did my friends, family and I feel it was such a good idea to sit outside in that baking hot sun wearing that lethal tanning oil?

WHY when my skin is pale and sensitive and all English rose-y? Am lobster, yo.

My life iz ruined oh noes, etc.

Comments

[diana-molloy.livejournal.com]

That film was a dissapointment. I left the theatre hoping that my books would suddenly start talking to me and literally bring me into their world but alas they continued to exude a quiet silence (as oposed to the loud ilences one often gets). And even when I went to the public library just in case only books in a library talk I was told to leave because apparently you are not supposed to throw the books up. Silly old bat of a livrarian did not understand I wanted to see if it would fly.

[wig-maker.livejournal.com]

Librarians- no imaginations! I bet they aren't fans of Natasha Bedingfield's shelf climbing books either.