My Back!

My back, it hurts. I strained it, from all that not-doing-anything. And now, because my back hurts, I am immobilized, and not-doing-anything some more. It fucking sucks. I can't even breathe because it puts pressure on my back and it hurts more. Every letter I type here contributes to more back pain. But because I am an artist, I Suffer For My Art. Hah.

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Of course this was my punishment for having too much fun at the beach with the girls today. First, we bought some lunch from McDonalds to smuggle into the resort, then we tried looking for the resort itself, as this was maybe the first time we were going to the beach without our male posse. Then we swam for a bit, gossiped for a bit, made wedding plans for our mass simultaneous weddings ten years from now (who knows), swam a bit more, hung out at the bar, gossiped a bit more, and then headed home.

It was nice. I am darker now. My mother will once again, tear at her hair and ask rhetorical questions about why I choose to uglify myself in this manner.

I exaggerate of course. I'm not that darker. I was too lazy to apply tanning oil. My face is burnt, though.

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