You’ll probably be thinking by the time you’ve started reading my shenanigans “what a nice trip he had to the beach” (hey, they make me think it was indeed a nice trip, don’t judge), but no, it was in fact quite dreadful considering the weather (which was probably as terrible as Hilary Clinton’s sex life) to start. So yes mother nature, I’m complaining. After months of scheduling with my high school buddies “busy” agendas i actually think I deserved some time off of my time off to enjoy the company of the people I care in a place where the sun is supposed to never hide itself behind big fat clouds the size of Momah June, can you “tell my why?” -quoting BSB- can’t I have some time off of my time off at a beach filled with sun rays? Is it too much to ask for?. So if you’re reading this you’ll probably think that I’m a crazy sociopath or that it was a simple case of an “FML” moment… seriously, I’m trying to complain to a bitch who doesn’t even exists (momah natah HOLLAH), either way my feelings are all over the place (thanks for asking) considering the fact that I’m going away to start college in less than a month, in a country I never thought I would end up and who’s culture and market for my career I actually know nothing about, not a single thing… So yes I think I have the right to complain.
I came up with all of this while I was drunk (still at the beach) and proceeded to find the morning after on my phone… and as a “walk of shame” I decided to soberly post it here.
PS: The last 4 hours (of the day I was going back home) of tanning were awesome.