1 hour outside.
3 layers of bug spray.
17 mosquito bites on JUST my legs.
If any scientists are want do an unsanctioned human trial on a cure for whatever-the-fuck makes you mosquito bait, I’m available.
Look, all I want is a disclaimer on the cover of every first book in a currently incomplete series.
I’m in the middle of like 5 damn series waiting on the next books to come out and I have a terrible memory!
This is no way to live.
Doing a Friends rewatch and it’s time again to share the lukewarm take that Ross sucks and Rachel should have been with Joey.
(Also I understand that’s like the least problematic thing about Friends)
Watching girls my age (and younger) age like paper and I wish I could give 22-year-old Stephanie a big hug for realizing she needs to wear sunscreen every day.