Summer wants to RUMBLE

Man it's been hot here lately. And humid. Which means life is rough at the moment. Sweating all the time, too hot to do physical activity, and the feelings of oppression caused by Masta' Sun do not make me a happy camper.

For example, it ruins one of my true loves; tennis. It's too sticky out to enjoy. Plus, even if I find the weather alright, there's the problem of finding a partner who also feels that way. New trait that I desire in a girl: ability to handle extrememe temperatures; not sure if I want to tack on "better than me."

And we can't forget sleeping! Goodness I'm miserable at the moment; even with the windows open. The only upside is it does motivate me to get up in the morning; no sense in sticking around in a hot bed.

Needless to say, this weather turns shaving into an act of masochism. How's a man to shave? Cold water? What, are we barbarians? Hot water it is. But when you're sweating already, the thought of lathering your face up as you stand over a sink of hot water isn't all that appealing. Yet, from pain comes pleasure; there's few things more refreshing than a shaven face.

In addition, my clothes selection is tragically quite limited. I need more shorts. More t-shirts too. Presently, it doesn't matter because all I do when I get home is strip naked and put on my swim trunks. But I can't do that every day...or can I?

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Actually I can't. But if we had a pool I could! Oh, what I wouldn't do for my own personal pool...that or a slurpy machine.



Stay cool folks.