You know what sucks about living in Seattle? Well, nothing...except sometimes you forget what the effects of the sun are because you don't see it very often. So, for example, I spent some time outside this weekend and forgot that the sun burns.
I know, right? Note to self: Wear less clothing next time you're outside. At least then my tan lines won't make me look like I have some sort of geometric skin disease.
On the up side, it was GORGEOUS outside all weekend. Here's my neighborhood (it's okay...you can be jealous):
I'm thankful for getting some exercise in this weekend...especially since I discovered the miracle of bacon on a pizza yesterday. It was worth the torture I'll have in the gym this week. It was worth every second of it. I regret nothing.
I still can't start my lawn mower. Stupid pull-string/cable thingy. Second note to self: lift weights.
I'm meeting with a guitarist tonight after work. And I'm pretty much RETARDEDLY ELATED about that.
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