2005-07-17 || 11:59 p.m. || 1984: my pediatrician could count two hundred on my face alone. || i used to want to wear bactine as perfume because it reminds me of summer and my dad and sunburns and bugbites. getting so burnt that i had to wear the sign of the (criss) cross on my back for weeks on end. the sting of putting on a clean shirt and complaining enough at night for someone to draw a cold bath to lie in. i have the worst sunburn i've had in years. the kind that makes me miss my pale pale skin. i turn red now without all the freckles. they still collect on my shoulders and arms, but my nose is a sad barren dormant freckle wasteland. just red threatening to peel. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |