Today I laid outside in the grass for a spell. I'm usually never outside, so I had no idea what the warm blob floating in the sky was, and before I knew it, I was
*gasp*
sunburned!
Now I fucking suck!!!
And it had to happen right now of all times, when it's only one day left to my gothic shindig. Now I have to go there looking like some crispy sundog, or a bronze skinned Cimmerian...
This is not my-
This is not my-
idea of fun!
Shamefully reduce goth points from my account immediately.
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Originally Posted by UnderwaterOphelia
the security of self that can come with age.
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Now there's a concept! Glad you said CAN come with age, though even that is a huge overstatement of the fact, me fears. I've never seen this mythical event take place in nature.
Any people I've
ever seen have only become more timid and weaker willed the older they've got, myself included. And I do not understand why...
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Originally Posted by UnderwaterOphelia
Probably came with...
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Probably didn't come with. See above.