Monday, July 17, 2006

Summer Heat

Sweating ... it feels as though that has become my full time occupation. It's almost as if I and the chair my ass is planted in are becoming one. The heat is melting my skin, my clothes, and slowly fusing everything together. The only thing that is currently stopping them is the sickening layer of sweat that seems to have formed across every inch of my body.

But how can you complain? In the winter it's so cold that you feel like one small mistake and you're snapping half your ass off like an icicle ... and then in the summers it's just the opposite. Why isn't there a happy median? Or maybe we just complain to much, when what we should really be doing is enjoying the golden sun, and the warm weather. I always say ... in the winter there isn't much you can do about the cold, but in the summer at least you can swim, wear less ... or drink fruity drinks with a little umbrella in it and lots of booze.