:: Wednesday, June 28, 2006 ::

And now for more adventures in self-tanning...

So before I went to bed that night I reconsidered and put the self-tanner back on. A nice, thin layer. Then I made a horrible executive decision. Just as I was about to wash my hands, the biggest, scariest, most unidentifiable bug flew into the bathroom and landed about four inches from the sink. Now... crawling bugs don't scare me. Spiders? Fine. But things that fly? With the potential to bite/sting? Okay, I'm a bit of a baby. But I definitely just ran into my bedroom, and attempted to "wash my hands" by pouring some drinking water on a towel.

Didn't work. Woke up with the most orange palms EVER. But with a pretty sweet little tan, though.

So after removing about, oh, 50% of it with nail polish remover, I just decided to call it quits. They're not so bad today. It makes me a little wary of how orange I might turn if I continue to use this stuff... but so far I think I'm alright. It seems to go less orange once I wash it off in the morning... so maybe it's just all that gold dust "glow" that's in the lotion? Who knows.

:: Katy 9:11 a.m. [+] :: ::