My camping buddy and makeup artist friend Dina, gave me some pink glitter stripper nails. A couple gems didn’t survive the 3 days and 2 nights of the trip, but they still looked good while I built fires, warded off bears, and it looked pretty damn amazing clutching a kitchen knife in defence of a crazy axe murderer.
LOOOOOOONG and painful story short, camping was a nightmare. Endless racism in my direction, a crazy man with an axe (really) and 5 long hours waiting for the sun to rise the last night so we could go home. The last night felt like one painfully real horror movie and most of my friends and family have strongly warned me against camping again. I’m still traumatized. It was 2 days of mental torture.
FUCK YOU CAMPING AND FUCK YOU CAMPSITE 5. This picture was taken at 4:45am when it was finally bright enough for us to pack up and go home.
Vives
