Just had to have a pep talk with myself about the fact that I was out of my daytime moisturizer and using my nighttime moisturizer wouldn’t ruin my entire day.
Hey, remember when I lived in Africa for four months? Yeah, me neither.
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Friend: You’re not tan at all! Seriously, I can barely tell you were somewhere warm. Ha!
Me: Yeah, I’m not tan. But, follow me into the bathroom. Then you’ll totally be able to tell I was in Guatemala.
Friend:…
Me: The proof is in the pudding, if you know what I mean.
Friend:…
Me: I mean—
Friend: Stop. I know what you mean. You’re gross. You don’t act like this on dates, do you?
Me: Like, what? Myself?
Friend: Yes.
Me: Typically wait for the second date.
Friend: Explains so much.
Is it just me or are Mondays particularly Monday-y when you know your day doesn’t involve 80 degree weather, never ending conversations with your best friend from 3rd grade (who happened to go to college with you and lives 3 blocks away now), take your breath away sunsets, plantains and ice cream whenever you want (which is, obviously, always), cave swims, hammock naps, crossing international borders by foot, van rides next to five year old girls who can’t stop staring at your weird skin, even when her mother tells her to stop, flip flops, reggae versions of every soft rock song you forgot you loved, and no make up? It’s not just me, right? Monday-y to the max.
This is my last time straightening my bangs for a week. Prepare for some fugly pictures, Internet! And some fugly real life, Belize!
