[count-your-change]

Awaking now my thoughts run high
Too sick to work to the boss I’ll lie
Long weekend, to work I say Bye, Bye
and Hello to sunny shore under cloudless sky
But all joy reality does mudify
No rum to drink, no tanned maidens for my eye,
Because when they say “Boss”, I am that guy.
Ahhhh...The smell of sunscreen makes me cry.

[count-your-change]

muNdify, that is.

[secret garden]

Mmm, cocoa butter fills my senses. I was jonesing for the beach yesterday. A+ for you.