I've said it plenty before, but I will say it again. I wasn't built for summer! It's as if magically everything I enjoy doing is outlawed. Suddenly wanting to stay inside and finish reading a book is a horrible thing. Watching 3 movies in a row, pulling down all the shades to keep the reflection off the tv screen makes other people look at you as if you just said you hate kittens. Most of all, people seem to take it as a personal insult if your skin doesn't immediately turn the tone of a medium-fried meatball, or if you don't take any action to try and get it that shade.

Well fuck it. I'm not even going to get worked up about it this summer. I'll just persist with my white legs and movie-marathon's until November comes rolling in and everybody comes shuddering indoors whining about the persistant rain and wind. "What's the matter? A LITTLE WATER NEVER HURT NOBODY!" (Which of course is sort of a lie but still. People drown and people get skin cancer, and that's that.)