|Just shoot me now. Please.|
I know, I know... I know that I'm not supposed to. After a long winter and meteorologically weird spring, I know that I'm supposed to be SO happy that heat has come to Canada... but for me, summer in Southern Ontario sucks the BIG ONE, BIG TIME. Summer sucks King Kong's massive dick and the Blob's sweaty balls. It sucks Godzilla's gigantic gonads and Pulgasari's prodigious prick. It sucks Crocosaurus's collasal chubby! It sucks Mothra's massive meat stick! Summer SUCKS!!!
Honestly, I would rather have -45 °C with the windchill than a humidex of over 27 °C. You know why? Because you can dress for the cold. You cannot dress for the heat. Once you're naked, short of flaying the skin from your body, you can't get any more naked. How many times must I powder my inner thighs so that they don't stick together?!? HOW MANY?!? 'Cause I am not, nor have I ever been a gal who has a 'thigh gap.' And who are these sick pukes who are hyping the 'thigh gap' as something to achieve? I want to find those people and drown them in a pool of cellulite.
I have heat rash on top of my heat rash. You cannot feel sexy when you have heat rash on your ass. David will kiss me before bed, trying to get my motor running... I look at him like he has suggested that we roll in barbed wire and then have a salt water bath.
I start sweating IMMEDIATELY after getting out of the shower. I have to dry off AFTER drying off... Several times. Humidity is an oppressive bitch!
I have fantasies about snowstorms or a cold snap in the fall - that is what I want. It has only been 3 days of hot so far this summer. I'm doomed. No wait! If I hide in the basement and we use only the BBQ to cook, and I exist on Diazepam I might be able to survive. I might make it through to September. Or.... OR... I could just spend the entire summer at the movies. Now there's a way to problem solve. I wonder if I could sneak in a sleeping bag. Wish me luck.