Before frolicking with homosexuals last night, I went to Greenlake with Mystery Guy to soak up some of that awesome Seattle sun. However, I wore shorts and a tanktop and not only did I end up sun-burned but I now have the strangest looking tan-lines. Here is an artist's rendition:

My asian genes suck. I'm supposed to benefit by not getting burned. Where did my DNA go wrong? I must be a biological sport...

On the plus side, I look pretty good when I'm not naked-- at least I will in a few days.  Nothing completes summer like a new shade of golden (red) skin. I can't wait until this crap peels off. I hope I don't get skin cancer.