Kelsey and I spent a while at the pool today attempting to get our tans back but I seemed to get even paler than usual and now I have more mosquito bites. Every time one goes away, I get two more. I must have smacked a saint in a previous life or something and this is my petty retribution. (That probably doesn't make sense.)
Also: I was going through random picture folders on my computer last night and I found the very last Buffy icon I had from my Joss Whedon-obsessed xanga days. It's still funny though. (I didn't make that, I don't remember where it's from.) I haven't watched an episode of BtVS in about two years but I'm pretty sure I could recite all of Andrew's lines. That's scary/hysterical/worrying. "Can't I have a cool , refreshing Zima?"