On Tuesday night I dreamed that I was man. A man including all the important bits. To make things even more
On Thursday I realized that watching a movie which reminds me of my teenage years The Perks of Being a Wallflower in combination with a strawberry-gin slushee and a date at the Labia makes me behave and feel like a teenager again. In a very good, the parents are out of the house, way.
After secretly making fun of my intern as she started looking a bit like an Oompa Loompa due to a dark orange tan I got my first sunburn on Sunday. It hurts; even more so as I tanned unevenly and now look like the Joker. Or Harvey Two Face as my friend chipped in, which are both almost as bad as an Oompa Loompa. It also makes me wonder why Nivea with all their nice smells, hasn’t managed an after sun lotion that doesn’t smell like aftershave. Thus I’m sitting at the office today smelling like boy.
And last but not least I splurged on a ticket to see my first love again – Bon Jovi ♥ you!
And this is what you missed.