Sand. All I have to say. Plus, I have so much hair now that it literally took fifteen minutes to get it all out. Not that I tried to wash it. That's gross. I've built up a month of oil and product residue, and I don't want to start all over again. With that said, sex on the beach is better if you're not shivering.
OH, and I think I hate all homosexuals, but I'm not sure.
OH, and I also have been thinking about writing less about myself as a metaphor for life, and just writing about metaphors for life.
Blogs are so self-fucking it makes me sick. This is no exception.