I'm Not A Girl ... Not Yet A Porn Star

I bought sunscreen a few days ago because I'm not in the mood for sporting a sexy farmer's tan this summer.

Bootcamp being outside + wearing a t-shirt to work out in = hardcore farmer's tan.

Solution?

Wear a hoodie (you thought I'd say a tank top didn't you?) AND sunscreen on the face and neck.

So, I went to Shopper's Drug Mart and bought sunscreen. The non-comedogenic, non-greasy, non-smelling like I bathed in coconut milk kind. I was expecting to just spend a few dollars. I think I ended up spending something like 40 or 50 dollars. How does this happen to me? I'm pretty sure that my visa/atm card/bank account wants to break up with me. Sometimes? When I walk into a store? I swear I can hear them trying to scurry deeper into my wallet.

Along with the sunscreen, I bought a couple of magazines and a *cough* Britney *COOOUGH* Spears *HACK COUGH SNEEZE* CD. The best of album. I know some of you will (and already have) make fun of me, but I can handle it. Truth is? I kinda like her songs. She's one of the only singers I know of that I can sing along to AND sound better than her. Britney's computer generated voice is no match to mine. Her voice is no match when compared to William Hung. So, yeah. I should probably be a contestant in America Jr.'s Idol. If William Hung could have a CD recorded based on his "SHE BANG" rendition, well then, I'm going to be a fucking star!

I put co-worker in her place today. With a smile on my face. It felt damn good. She may think that people will jump through hoops to accommodate her, but little does she know that when she says jump, instead of asking, "How high?", I'll just drop kick her. I'm pretty sure she found that out today. If not, well I'm not against a re-match.

So in the spirit of keeping tabs ... the score? Co-worker - 0. Me - 1.

Booyah.

Oh and I need to thank a certain someone for telling me about 2 girls, 1 cup. Seriously? It's all I could fucking picture all fucking day. My students are asking me questions about math? 2 girls, 1 cup. My students are tattling on each other? 2 girls. 1 cup. I've been feeling like I'm on the verge of barfing all day long. Thanks, dude. You rock.