babble
Monday, July 14, 2003
Hot hot heat:
I know I shouldn't complain about how hot it is in my house because I have a roof over my head and food in my belly and a bitchin Camaro and several supersexy pairs of Via Spiga shoes, and so many people are so much worse off than I am and don't have any of these things. However, this is my fucking website and if I want to complain about how it is so hot in my apartment that I could barely move all weekend and even though I could've driven around in my car and gone to air-conditioned venues I was morbidly depressed and didn't really want to move and it felt like the oppressive heat was actually physically restraining me from leaving the house like a giant invisible blanket, then I will damn well complain about it.
However, now that it is Monday and I am securely ensconced in my lovely air-conditioned office, I am much less pissy and complain-y and really feeling quite peachy. I'm having a good hair day, my skin is looking particularly milky and porcelain-like, my pants are a little loose and my linen shirt is remarkably unwrinkled. It's as if the gods are smiling upon me again and allowing me to go about my day in blissful comfort as a reward for having suffered through my nearly insufferable weekend. And while I appreciate their efforts, I think that my reward for sweating like a priest in a schoolyard all weekend should be greater, and should include winning the lottery and having Eddie Izzard ask for my hand in marriage. I don't think I'm being unreasonable in my requests, do you?
babbled by Kat @ 12:21:00 PM |
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