With me it's always a cycle of burn/peel/burn/peel. There are no tan phases, just red and white.

That sounds like the start of a really lame joke: What is red, white, red, white? Okay, I guess the punchline SHOULD be "Lisa," but that is just too dumb to write down. Also, I don't like Barney. For your information, I tried to change my book a long time ago, but Lisa decided that I couldn't, since it had a white cover, and didn't show up well on the site.