Well. Apparently I got what was coming to me when I audaciously posted a blog yesterday about my brazen dishonesty in the name of tanning. I got burned. Burned bad. And I don't mean that in any kind of metaphorical or analogous way. I mean I literally got a major sunburn. (Is it still a sunburn when you're sunless tanning? Is it then a sunlessburn?)
I feel like I've been pickled.
That just goes to show you that God's justice prevails against us liars. Also, I think it shows you that God likes a good joke, because I look like the strawberry version of Violet Beauregarde, and that has to be funny from where he's sitting. How on earth he's restraining himself from just rolling me around like a swollen, bright red marble is beyond me.
Whatever the case, it seems like an apt consequence for being driven to deception by my vanity. If I were one to tolerate the misuse of the word 'ironic,' I would say something about how ironic it is that I went tanning so I wouldn't look like an albino, and I came out looking like fake crab meat. So I guess I accomplished that particular life goal.
Ironic.
1 comment :
Yeah it's just like rain on your wedding day
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