And here I thought that some tanning on Miami Beach would ease my pain from this hard break-up of mine...

Uh no. I feel like a snake because I am shedding some pretty disgusting skin off of my back. I burned my back pretty badly while on the beach. See, it was cloudy and almost rainy so I thought I would go for a walk and didn't need sunscreen.

It turns out that I'm stupid. The sun DOES shine through the clouds and my back is evidence of that fact.

Other than the burn I had a great time. I boozed up a little bit which is a feat of amazement because the last time I had a drink was...oh... in my teen years. (that would be about 10 years ago for those who are bad at math) I also did not get hit on but had one older gentleman following me around for the entire 5 days I was there. He must have been in his early 40's with gray sideburns. Everytime I was swimming he was lounging by the pool. I'd go down to the beach and walk around and he'd be on one of the beach loungers under a Tiki umbrella watching me. Once I came back from the grocery store and noticed he was in front of the hotel looking a little lost. I felt like asking him "did you lose me? well here I am so please commence stalking me."

The night before I left I was on the beach around 7:30 or so and he was lying on that damn lounge under the Tiki umbrella watching me standing in the ocean. I was standing there for 45 minutes. I walked back up the beach and decided to go to my room and as I passed him he stared at me. No smile. Just stared. I walked past and went to the hot tub instead (located outside) and looked back and saw him getting up to leave from his little stalker spot.

It was weird.

Anyway, I can't believe I just wasted a few paragraphs on that crap.

I have a few days left before I start my new job. I'm looking forward to it but not looking forward to it. I think you know what I mean.

I haven't heard from J. I never expect to. I'm still hurt and trying to deal with it on my own. My way of dealing with it is going to Blockbuster (like a loser) and renting some movies and the entire 1st through 3rd seasons of Sex and the City.

I finished watching the movies and now I'm in the middle of season 2 of Sex and the City. I'm taking turns between laughing, crying, and picking the skin off my peeling back.

I'm such a loser.