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god, it's hot out there...
Walked to the store. Yay, me. But omg. Still bloody hot.
There is an idiot in a gorilla suit standing outside the tattoo parlor on the corner. I imagine he'll fall over from heat stroke soon.
It is, for the record, only 91 degrees out there. It feels like 95, and it's not actually that bad--it's dry, not hugely sticky (except in our fucking basement, where it's a SAUNA).
But. Ugh. Hot.
*goes back to the couch and the fans and One-Hit Wonders*
There is an idiot in a gorilla suit standing outside the tattoo parlor on the corner. I imagine he'll fall over from heat stroke soon.
It is, for the record, only 91 degrees out there. It feels like 95, and it's not actually that bad--it's dry, not hugely sticky (except in our fucking basement, where it's a SAUNA).
But. Ugh. Hot.
*goes back to the couch and the fans and One-Hit Wonders*