I am extremely burned.
I mean, really burned.
No, this is not a parallel to some emotional distress that I may be under. What I mean by this is that Brazilian, olive-tone skin that I claim never gets burned is, in fact, burned.
I'm sitting on my bed in a very awkward fashion in an attempt to avoid rubbing my skin against the sheets of my bed. It hurts. a lot.
I'm listening to my 90's playlist right now... whatever happened to really good lyrics like the ones found in Jewel's "hands," and Alanis Morisette's "ironic?"
Ever wonder what Jewel's last name is? It's Kilcher... not that bad... wonder why she goes by just Jewel...