icy hot in the face.

Unfortunately and fortunately, the camping trip’s sleeping arrangement was not quite as uncomfortable as I thought it was going to be. In fact, I slept like a rock. Retainer and all. There was a bit of discomfort, though, when I was told by the sig-O’s cousin that I smelt funny. Then she bit me and told me I tasted worst. All the while she was sitting on my lap. I shoved my knee in her hind end to get a bit of redemption…and then imagined myself smothering her face in Icy Hot. That got my through the week. After that I was off to Utah. Otherwise known as Pootah. I met a lot of great, new people and a lot of awkward, new people. All of which I had to hug goodbye at the end of the week. Hugging is weird. At least for me. Why do people feel the need to say something whilst hugging? Mid-hug a guy told me that I was ‘Proactive in conversation. And really good.’ What? Why? No! I pulled away and DIDN’T shove my knee in his hind end, but did imagine myself smothering his face with Icy Hot. Ain't no thing. Finally, I went to ‘Eat, Pray, Love’ last night(which wasn’t even 1/7 of as good as the book, why do they always do that dagummit?!) and played the role of the annoying, annonymous cackling person(?) in the back. Apologies all 9:40 ‘Eat, Pray, Love’ movie goers. My B.