And got killa sunburned. Except there was this one lifeguard, and I’m pretty sure (though it might be my overactive lonely imagination) he was checking me out.
‘Cause he was CUUUUUTEEEE!!
Ok, not totally undeniably cute like some people I’ve seen in the past, but enough so that I’d probably drag him behind the red brick building there and make out with him something fierce.
If, of course, he wasn’t so busy guarding lives. Which, by the way, is hot.
But it sucks, ‘cause I don’t even know lifeguard-hottie-mc-lifeguard’s name. Or anything about him, for that matter. Other than the fact that he’s probably going to have melanoma (from UV rays) or super-strong bones (from Vitamin D) by the time he’s 40, from being in the sun all day.
Well, whatever. I’ll nurse my killa sunburn later, when I find the aloe vera. Until then, I’ll just use frozen peas or something. (Would that be vegging out?)
xDee (ughhhhhh. OWWWWWW.)
ps. Wonder how Sam Hellerman actually made his nose bleed on cue like that? Not saying I want to learn how, just that it would clear some things up.
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