Self-tanner: a big no no.
After blinding half of the dragonboat team with a pair of ridiculously pasty "Edward Cullen would be jealous" legs, I decided to increase the melanin production the nerdy "I don't feel like going outside" way: self tanner. Possibly one of the worst decisions ever made in my entire life, that and downing three bags of popcorn in the span of one hour. The loud, angry, warning sign on the back of the bottle warning you to wash your hands, no, more like scrub your hands raw after using this product, is not a recommendation, nor a guideline. Oh no, this is a strict "you better do this or you will be sorry" type of warning message. So you can imagine the lovely surprise waiting for the lazy tan-ee the next day - waking up to legs that are still completely pasty, and orange hands. That's right, I'm talking gingerrrr to the max. So don't be awkward. Go outside and get a real tan.
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