Dude, that's fucking IT. With bitter cold and more snow (blizzard warning?!) projected this week, I am making an appointment for the tanning salon. Yes, I know the dangers, believe me, but I am not a big fake baker. Sometimes, when the winter is just fucknuts crazy, I go in just to feel warm for a few minutes and feel like it's sunny. It's more for my mood than for any vanity about my pastey-white skin. Ugh. Oh. I'm gonna have to cover up my tattoo, shit. I don't want that to get faded. |