Stranger in my skull

…How had I not used this as a title before? I could’ve sworn I had… Ah well. Tis from a song. The title is Stranger in Moscow but it really does not sound like that.

I discovered this weekend that our sunscreen is weird. Not only does it feel like glue, it smells fruity and that just weirds me the fuck out. I kinda wish it smelt like proper sunscreen, all gross and such. And be less glue like. Stupid sun making me need to protect my precious pale arms. Not that I want to keep them pale, I don’t really care, it’s just the way they are.

This weekend we have done… nothing pretty much. We’ve watched movies from Netflix, we’ve had leftovers both nights…. nothing doing. Except we did go to the store both days. And both days we only got rolls. Delicious rolls that are called ‘hard rolls’ but they are soft and friendly like dinner rolls. They were on dinner last night and lunch today. Mm…. freshness.

I’m in the kind of mood where multiple belts would be a wanted addition.

I miss hanging out with Jenn.

I wish my legs would stop being so itchy.