The Daylight saving time, and poor Loren's Bf.
:/
So we changed the hour this weekend again, and here I am, with my body giving me a lot of confuse signals. As we already have one hour less than the rest of Spain, the Canary Islands are on the Greenwich hourly stripe, GTM, in august the dusk will be almost at 21:30. Looooong summer days, that I can grant you. All the time you need to sunbathing, and then, some time more.
The guys came home tired and tanned. Thank god Viktor had some aloe cream in his bag, because Loren's bf is red like a lobster, poor thing. What kind of shitty Bf is Loren? The world must be coming to an end if you have to trust straight men to have all the niceties girls usually carry on our bags in a weekend out like hand cream, extra teeth brush, aid bands, cocoa lipstick, screwdrivers or colour stamped tissues.
I remember the first time I introduced the Bf to the wonderful world of the Moisturizer. Your skin, that big stranger. He was looking at all those little flasks like it they were devious alien devices, ready to ambush him any moment. I think he was a little afraid, thinking that putting the eye contour cream on will result in sudden eyeliner and blue shadow, or something. When I told him that we need to buy an exfolianting cream to cleaning his skin, he was lightly offended, saying that he cleaned his face perfectly fine everyday with soap and water, thank you very much. I told him about pores, and dead cells, and then he was even more irritated: "What is your problem with dead cells? They must be dead, yes, but they are my dead cells!" By then, the perfumery girl was openly laughing.
And look at him now, all grown up, carrying his face exfoliant to the boat, so all his friends could bask under the sun with their skins perfectly clean. It looks like it was yesterday...
So we changed the hour this weekend again, and here I am, with my body giving me a lot of confuse signals. As we already have one hour less than the rest of Spain, the Canary Islands are on the Greenwich hourly stripe, GTM, in august the dusk will be almost at 21:30. Looooong summer days, that I can grant you. All the time you need to sunbathing, and then, some time more.
The guys came home tired and tanned. Thank god Viktor had some aloe cream in his bag, because Loren's bf is red like a lobster, poor thing. What kind of shitty Bf is Loren? The world must be coming to an end if you have to trust straight men to have all the niceties girls usually carry on our bags in a weekend out like hand cream, extra teeth brush, aid bands, cocoa lipstick, screwdrivers or colour stamped tissues.
I remember the first time I introduced the Bf to the wonderful world of the Moisturizer. Your skin, that big stranger. He was looking at all those little flasks like it they were devious alien devices, ready to ambush him any moment. I think he was a little afraid, thinking that putting the eye contour cream on will result in sudden eyeliner and blue shadow, or something. When I told him that we need to buy an exfolianting cream to cleaning his skin, he was lightly offended, saying that he cleaned his face perfectly fine everyday with soap and water, thank you very much. I told him about pores, and dead cells, and then he was even more irritated: "What is your problem with dead cells? They must be dead, yes, but they are my dead cells!" By then, the perfumery girl was openly laughing.
And look at him now, all grown up, carrying his face exfoliant to the boat, so all his friends could bask under the sun with their skins perfectly clean. It looks like it was yesterday...