Whoops! What's that running down my thigh? Oh God. It's the spray tan. Shit.
Shit shit shit.
I knew I shouldn't have gotten a spray right before the funeral. Oh God I'm at Etta James' funeral, my idol, singing her famous amazing song, At Last, and I have spray tan running down my thigh.
Shit.
Cringe.
Maybe nobody will notice. Yeah, I'm sure I can hide this, I'll just wipe it off. There we go.
