on the faith of ruddy sons, and the double barreled guns, you better hurry, rabbit, run, run, run.

finally !

It feels like summer. Never mind the scalding temperatures and profuse sweating you may be encountering. Embrace it. Or, at least I'm going to embrace it for the next couple weeks before I head off to Australia where it's winter ... slightly depressing.

Went to the pool today to put some color on my pasty body since my skin was compared to that of a white girl's last night. Splendid. I mean, I'm not one for looking charred, but I also don't want to be Casper, which is exactly what I feel like I keep ending up as, according to the last, oh, 50 facebook pictures tagged of me. Let's hope I get a nice in between of medium-rare, but not as to incur the wrath of my Viet grandmother who chastises me for getting even half a shade darker. According to her, it makes me look like a worker. And no one will want to marry me. Thanks for the confidence, Grandma, you're swell.

Someone tell me why Jeffrey Campbell is a genius?

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