outside is sometimes an enemy

i'm not one of those people who complain about how hot it is in the summer and then someone says you should enjoy it while it lasts because it'll be winter soon and then won't you be sorry?
no.
i'm just one of those people who complains about how hot it is in the summer.
i vote for autumn, or even spring, or summer nights or warmish winter days or winter with warm socks and sweaters.
who effin' said i said i wanted it to be hot?
whoever-- punch them in the soul!
i need shoes, see.
and i pretty much need to go to the mall to get them, and i wasn't keen on walking there today because a) i didn't feel like applying sunscreen and the time of day i was considering going, it would've been necessary. see, the last time i applied sunscreen [and then powder, let's be fair], my face turned hot, red and itchy. that, and i was purely too lazy to put sunscreen on. b) it was too hot to walk and i felt like a dork for taking the bus for such a short distance and because "it's such a beee--you-ti-ful day" and because i need the exercise which oops i didn't get.
so frig shoes.
i guess i'll continue to wear my gardening shoes to work
it's not like i'm wearing then gardening.
so i went to roger's to visit chris and we sat for 40 minutes at the little table they've so generously provided for us while we fill out our ballot to perhaps oh yes please pick me pick me chance to win (they pick everyone) a chance for a free week pass at nubody's.
just as i opened the door to go in there today, it smelled and felt like ambassador video-- a previous roger's incarnation-- for some reason. and so it continued to feel as we chatted, except it's been five years since we worked there together and we are more grown up now.
in a sick way, i long for a summer where i had bowel spazms and random edema of the gams, yet i was still a pretty child and just watched movies and read books all summer and worked part time.
oh wait... i guess i just miss being a pretty child.
and so bremily was in a negative headspace at suppertime and we didn't want to cook ourself/ves any dinner so we decided to go to andy's and as em said they might as well have cooked minute rice 80 times because that is how long it took
and we saw casey out the quinpool window
and then chris came over and did the pre-liverpool dishes and chris was ashamed of us but shit he has a dishwasher so blah.
and he cleaned my sink
and then rolled 11$ worth of pennies (he is a high-speed roller, mygawd)
and then a pinner for laytah
and oh yes, how can i fotget
we made (or started) a papermache deathstar
and it was a pain in the dick to manage
pie goo everywhere in my hair on our dirty dishes in the bathroom on the wall floor arms pants
i have a bread cast gauntlet--
it's organic whole wheat, good thing.