The Cabin, The Sun

This is a picture from 2 years ago, I think. All  I know is, we are at my cabin, tubing on the lake, and Molly is getting out of the tube to pee. Erin and I are pretending to be disgusted, but really don't give a shit (I vaguely remember Erin & I urging Molly to "not go there" but of course, she took that as a challenge [and yes, Erin, of course this was photographically documented])

Unfortunately, I had a fit of nostalgia last night (listening to country crooner Miranda Lambert's "The House That Built Me," naturally,) that caused me to reminisce about my cabin. The place is an absolute shithole, a real hot mess, if you will---but I really fucking miss it. I miss the sun, the sand, the water, the cold coffee drinks, and mostly the sun. So exuse me, but I'm going to post more pictures as I find them....I don't care if they're boring.

Man, I'm having trouble finding diverse photos. Well, once again this is all three of us on another goddamn tube. However, this time we're still near the cabin and haven't started "tubing" yet...Obviously all three of us are annoyed at the picture-induced delay. Erin's face says, "What the fuck," Molly's "ok" sign says, "Yes, we're good, let's fucking go," and my finger-gun says, "I'm gonna fucking shoot you in the face." ...I think.

Now, this is a unique photo. It represents many things: 1. Note the "it was even shitty in the 80s" wallpaper that I think is in...the upstairs bathroom. 2. Note that Molly is taking a fucking picture. This is all my retarded sister does while at the cabin. It is hugely annoying. 3. Note that she appears to not be wearing any clothes...She's wearing a swim suit, perverts, but that's really how it goes at the cabin. Erin knows this too well...

So even though many things make up one hot-mess of a cabin experience....I still miss it. There is a point, and I will find it!

Okay, I swear to god, Erin is not always at the cabin. And I'm sorry, Erin, that you keep being posted and featured. But once again, this is Erin and I. We're on the boat in the middle of the deep part of the lake. I believe we are attempting to get in the water, but lack the balls to just jump. Note my lifejacket...even though I can swim well, I still lack the confidence in myself to even jump into a body of water. Nice tan lines, Erin.

Here's...the fucking sun. I swear...I'm going to start worshipping this all-mighty being.

This is my old dog, Ally (I don't know how to properly introduce a deceased dog..."dead dog" seems a little bad...). Oh, how she loved the water. Lena's a little bit of a pussy(cat) and doesn't like the water all to much. In fact, she's very afraid of it. Which is just...so wrong. It should be in her genes, liking the water (golden retrievers among labradors are notoriously BFFs with agua)

Finally, I don't know how inappropriate this is (I actually do: it is ridiculously inappropriate) but this is me on my Holy Throne. Seriously, if this wasn't my absolute heaven and where I would like to spend the rest of my life and eventually die, I would not post this picture. Obviously, since it was taken...my body has taken on....different forms. But invariably, I risk fighting with my family for days on end and enduring the daily annoyances of them and the shithole cabin to simply LAY THERE. In my bikini, with my iPod, with the AMAZING BEAUTIFUL ALLPOWERFUL SUN blazing on me (for some reason you can't really tell it's in this picture...but I assure you, it fucking it.) Sure, I remember to apply sunscreen because my albino skin usually beats blood red within 20 minutes, but I really don't care if I get skin cancer...as long as I can lay there. Listening to the waves...jumping into the disgusting, murky water if I get too hot.


Jesus christ, I just had a nostalgia-orgasm. Thanks for enduring, y'all.