Can’t create feelings, bring them into the light
Reflecting emotion, is all that is right

They are in the lead, they have total command
The choice is not mine, whether to hold a hand

A giant mirror on wheels, stretched so thin and tight
Don’t break try to bend, but do not start that fight

Ouch!! Earlier this week, I believe it was Tuesday; I went tanning (fake baking). Anyway I usually go to Sun Your Bunz, but I was going to the bank and I Tan Too was nearby so I gave them a visit. When I walked in I was surprised to see a much older and very white woman sitting at the reception counter. Now I would normally expect a young, tanned, in-her-early-twenties girl in a spaghetti strap, but there she was wrinkly, pale and well into old age. This was my first visit here so she gave me a clipboard with a pile of paperwork I had to fill out; Dang I felt like I was selling my soul away! WARNING: Tanning is dangerous! You may suffer injuries or even DEATH! So I signed that I am aware that I may die, and that I will, however, not press charges. To make a long story short, I discovered that those fifteen minutes in the oven transformed me into a very red-skinned looking alien –for I certainly no longer looked human as my skin glowed a fiery crimson. It hurt like nothing I have ever felt before, and I’d like to think that I have felt a lot of pain. I could not sleep, actually it hurt just standing! So moral of the story: actually I don’t know what the moral is because I have gone tanning several times before and been just fine. So I guess I will warn you instead: do not tan at places where there is a wrinkly, old, white woman. Why you ask? Well because it is just plain wrong. It is all the adults and mothers who keep advising me to not tan. It’s THEM who tell me they like me just fine all pasty and white; they aren’t supposed to ask how many minutes I’d like to cook! Okay new moral: listen to your elders; they really do have some wisdom. Had I listened, I would not be sitting on an ice pack in this huge t-shirt wearing a sports bra and itching as though I were covered in a million mosquito bits! Okay I am done complaining, I think I’ll go hop in a tub full of ice. Farewell : )