Red in the face

Amber the lobster at your service. I went to Santa Cruz yesterday, which is always a good thing. Unfortunately I know someone who is able to make it bad: my ex-boyfriend Mike. I made the mistake of answering his call while I was walking to the beach from the boardwalk, and by the end of our conversation he managed to make me cry. I seem to be crying more than usual lately, which may not be my fault, but rather the fault of ortho-tri cyclen lo. Said cause is being given the boot due to other inconveniences it is involved in. Anyway, he still managed to make me cry. I'm not sure he ever got me to cry while we were together. This was not a nostalgic, weep for what might have been crying. This was mean and hurtful comment crying. So anyway, when he tried to call me back for about the fifth time in this argument I told him I never wanted to talk to him again as long as I lived and turned off my phone. I think I mean it, too. Bastard. One of the other side effects of the conversation was my distraction while I was getting sunburned. So now I am a stinging color of red on my face, shoulders, arms, chest, and stomach. I could feel it in my sleep. I am hoping it will fade by this weekend, and I am actually not unrealistic in this hope. If you have seen my legs lately you know that they are ghostly. I also enjoy the vitamin-d rush of sunbathing. I am not averse to a mild sunburn and rarely use sun block. Do I have a death wish, you may ask? No, of course not. For one I go out in the sun in this fashion maybe once a year, and rarely burn this bad. Also, though I am pale, I also have a strange combination of nationalities in me including native american. This causes my occasional sunburn to fade very quickly and have very little side-effects. After the sun burn the rays have little effect on me and it can take a month for me to develop any sort of deep tan. This almost never happens. So thanks to Mike (fucker) for the tan.