Day 119: Everything that can go wrong, will go wrong.

So we went to the beach today, I actually went out deeper than usual with Max because a few years ago, my sister and I almost drowned so I'm a little uneasy about going out into the ocean but Max had loosened me up about it the day prior so I was having fun going out deeper with him.

WELL, A STUPID JELLYFISH DECIDED THAT I WASN'T ALLOWED TO HAVE FUN, and stung the shit out of me while I was having fun. I cried. :(

Doesn't that look like so much damn fun?

Well, after that, Max took me to get icecream to make me feel better like I'm a toddler who can be bribed. (it worked). We walked around for a little while until I stopped bitching about my arm and had spent fifty dollars in just one shop.

We went back to the beach but the tide had stinken changed so we ended up having to walk like three miles on nothing but broken shell. IT HURT. And the waves were so rough (like rougher than your mother in the bedroom) and they kept knocking me onto these stinken shells. And Max too. SOOOOO, we go to wash the sand off of ourselves, and Max points out that I'm bleeding. Like a lot on my leg. WHAT. THE. POOP.

It was a bad day.