Here's a word that describes just perfectly how I feel after my holidays on the Croatian island called Brač: rested. (I'm back to work tomorrow, so this great, too rarely experienced feeling will probably go to hell very soon.) I slept a lot, laid in shady parts of the beach while time was stretching like an enormous chewing gum, forgotten on the burning ground under direct sunlight and then stepped on by an unsuspecting passer-by wearing stupid crocs (I'm so poetic, me!), bathed in the crystal clear sea, cuddled kittehs, strolled through the lovely old city of Bol with boyfriend, even ran once (uphill too, probably for the first time since elementary school), enjoyed the heat wave, got some ideas that might or might not be realized, and wrote a short story that's been laying around in my brains for a while and which is posted on my tumblog just in case anyone should care.
The only thing I'm not pleased with (well, except for the fact that I gotta go to work tomorrow) is the fucking stupid bit of tan I got despite applying SPF 50 products regularly. I hate tan; not only because it inevitably means harm to the skin, it also makes me look old(er), plus I can't stand to see all those cloned tanned women, let alone look even remotely similar to them. Ugly tan, go away, don't come back another day!
The outfit is a miss, I realized that then and there. These boyish shorts call for a different, preferably more voluminous top. This dotted one was the only one I brought with me though (still don't know how that happened), so it had to do.