Boys, Boys, Boys (we love them!)

While I may be leaving my teenage years in a few months, I still have teenage urges. Cravings. Desires. Every once in a while (read: all the damn time), I fall into this funk and get this itch that I just need to scratch.

In other words, I start to feel as horny as a 17-year-old boy with a porno mag.

Sadly, while there are plenty of boys around me at any given moment, they are all either under the age of 13, or I'm related to them. Both cases would land me in jail.

So you see my problem? Many itches, but no scratching! I could use a good scratching!

It's times like these when I could use a boyfriend. Or someone to regularly hook up with. Or a vibrator.

Resistance is Futile

Behold: the power of chlorine!

Nothing can withstand its mighty powers! Not nail polish, not manicures! Not hair, nor clothes, nor skin! Even the soles of your sneakers are not safe! Chlorine will erode them all away until there's nothing left!

Behold, ye mighty and despair!

In other news, I need a new manicure, new sneakers, and a shower. That chlorine stink just doesn't want to go away, and it's wreaking havoc on my skin and hair. Blech.

I hate working/living at a pool.