all I have today to show you is my dog. I know, I don’t even have him yet and I’m out of control:

I have a tan!
or at least half of one.
jason threw a roof deck party for patriot’s day and I actually got some sun. in fact, I have not been this brown since I came to boston. the key? staying out in the sun for at least 8 hours straight while wearing no sun screen.
very safe.
In high school I used to hate having a tan. I would purposely avoid laying out with my friends because I didn’t like being so dark. I loved the winter (if you could call it that in florida) because my skin would turn a lovely shade of white. however, I had no clue what white was until I came here. the brown I am now is probaby the lightest I ever was in high school. which means that the translucent skin I’ve been sporting, well, it was hideous and I fully understand why all the whites use spray-ons. so no one is scared of them.

ok, maybe not amazing, but I figured out how to get these bastard pics up.

Here is Molly, my bunny:

Here is Toby, my soon-to-be dog:

dammit, what’s up with that unregistered sign? just because I stole the converter software? what gives!?