One douche at a time please.

I thought it was about time I broke the awkward silence.

The camp rumour mill has been on overdrive once again and apparently I have hooked up with everyone from McFly to the kitchen hand. That is why I love camp. The campers arn't the only ones that are allowed to act like kids - the counselors get into it too. Your so called adult colleagues also feel that it is ok to hug and fondle you inappropriately - it is camp after all. The one thing I do love about camp though is getting massages from people. We all know I am a huge massage whore so getting them from girls with man hands is one of my favourite summer activities. Don't get me started on camp food. This year the food has been as lethal as ever. I'm sure squirrels are responsible for the sudden outbreak of stomach flu people have been contracting... Note to self; keep away and do not talk to any children for the next two weeks.

Before I get into a monthly rant and rave I'll stop. Remember though when you were in primary school and you used to call dibs on the guy that you liked or wanted to ask to the dance? Yeah, I don't remember that either. That's all. You children be good and think of me relaxing in the Californian sun... Pics to follow sometime in the near future.

P.S. It is not wise to gossip. Even if you do use the drunken excuse.

xoxo