Sun Orgy?

I planned it to be a boring sunday as usual, you know just wake up early (haha), dress up and drive down to St. Paul’s methodist church to repent for sins committed and of course trespasses yet to be carried out, come home, have lunch and probably start the office work that I was putting off because I always have more urgent things to do like sing to my venus fly trap, which decided to show its displeasure for spring by the way (which I find weird because It looked ok during winter and I bet they will look even more fab in spring because I thought they liked humid environment, what’s up with that?). Anyway so I got home from church and saw my flatmates busy working the kitchen, packing up my lunch (ok, our lunch) and told me we’re eating at the beach. They said its sunny, its a fine day to stay out at the beach, probably sun bathe a little just to know first hand what these white people are fussing about, and why they try so hard to catch skin cancer. Of course I vehemently told them I’m not going to drag my ass to the beach and burn my skin. I’m on a strict Likas Papaya and Chin Chun Su therapy! No fuckin’ way. In the end of course I went with them because they have my lunch. Plus they need an extra car because they’ve invited people to join us in our sun and skin cancer love fest.

So there I was, eating under the shade, with my dark sunnies plastered in my face, over-actingly shielding my eyes from the sun and true enough, the beach was packed! It seemed like they knew something that I dont know about? like going to the beach today is part of the program you idiot!

Of course I thought this is the perfect oppurtunity to scout for hot meat! I mean why do people go to the beach in the first place? – to show off their hard earned toned body and probably hook up with someone. They bring their dogs so that they’ll get noticed. Heck they bring their babies too just to get noticed! Anyway so there I was imagining that this blasted heat is going to melt me any second now when I saw this vision. (Okay that’s melodramatic, let’s change that to probably a page from DNA magazine?)

Sorry I could’nt get a good angle of him, I can’t risk appearing like a stalker, and he’s not THAT cute to be paparazzi worthy. My gaydar was buzzing which made it more interesting. I was of course planning on how to get his attention (stripping down and wearing nothing but a lip gloss came to mind) when my flatmate asked me to drive down mission bay to get a popsicle. I begrudgingly obliged although I also wanted to grab a coffee at a local starbucks there. When I got back, the bastard is now engaged in a conversation with this guy who probably is just a random beach bum who decided to lay beside him in the sand and check out his ass. Well that’s the whole point in going to the beach right? So mission accomplished for those two.

And then I had enough of this whole sun orgy thing and decided to go home. I have more important things to do and hopefully something that doesnt involve carnivorous plants.