Sunday, April 29, 2007

One step closer to carcinogen

It was such a nice day that we felt compelled to go out. My boyfriend and I packed a huge ol' bottle of water and a bunch of super-expensive frisbees, and we went out for my first round of disc-golf.

I figured, since the game was taking place mostly in a forest, that I'd be okay to wear a halter top. Sure, it's outside, but it's cool and shady and wonderful, right?

Wrong. My shoulders, my upper back, and my cleavage are now a wonderful lobster-red, as is my nose and the skin on the tops of my elbows. There is a six inch wide stripe running down my back where my hair was. Also, I suck at disc-golf.

It was still grand fun, though. Less fun was learning that my boyfriend neither tans nor burns. There is, perhaps, a gentle hint of extra rosiness on his cheeks, but he is otherwise untarnished.

That rat-bastard.

Thursday, April 19, 2007

Something totally unrelated

I'm trying to get back into blogging (though I'm not sure why, since I'm failing to do anything worth blogging about), so these are just the birthing pains.

There's a cafe near my job that I go to more than I ought to. There's two things about it that amaze me; the first being that, unlike every other cafe I've ever been to (with the exception of the little place around the corner from Jake's apartment; if it were within walking distance from my job, I'd probably go there more often), everyone who works there acts like they really, really want me to give them my money. If they could throw on some sexual favors to convince me to buy their italian sodas more often, they probably would.

Also, their cups for cold drinks are made entirely out of corn.

Actually, that kind of freaks me out.