Bored Out of My Mind in Paradise

I'm slowly watching my skin grow darker and darker. There are freckles too, but over a smooth, tawny complexion, so I don't mind as much. The product of living on the west coast and not being a complete hermit, I suppose.

I've taken to riding my sister's baby blue beach cruiser whenever I can, usually to the gym, and I'm averaging about 3 miles a day in cardio.

To combat my aerobic efforts, of course, I've been introduced to the west coast yogurt phenomenon. Seriously, there's one every corner (sometimes two). Pick from a dozen different flavors of yogurt, fill her up, and then drown yogurt in a ridiculous and wonderful array of toppings. My first concoction: French Vanilla yogurt, crushed oreos, NY cheesecake bites, strawberries, carmel, and chocolate syrup. Mental groan of longing? You don't even know.

Also, I purchased my very first pair of designer jeans, Rock & Republic. That's right! I bought them myself with my money from my paycheck. I'm in the big leagues now, all grown up, a real woman, or something like that...

I don't really know why I'm saying any of this. Probably because I'm bored out of my mind in paradise.

Hey, we have a title.