so, I like totally figured out what this place i live in is. it’s hell. no doubt, no lie. it was boiling by 10am today, over 100º (look, I know boiling is 212º. it’s called creative license, so give me a break!). w.t.f. this is ridiculous. i mean, it’s already september, and here i am suffering like this. i’m thinking that perhaps a call to god is in order. “hey mr. landlord. um, the air is broken again. i’m not trying to nag or anything, but it’s really hot here, and um, i was hoping that – yeah, i know, i know, i’m not paying much rent, but still – look, really, letter of the law here says that it’s the landlord’s responsi – no, i have not violated my lease! look... nevermind, you’re right damn i hate my landlord! damn him to hell!”

so it seems the best thing right now is to move? yeah, that’s right. i feel like i just can’t take it anymore. i was hoping that the heat would break by now and we’d be ok until next summer at which point we’re moving... but shit, did i mention it’s september already? and look at the 5-day! dammit! this is ridiculous. oh, and don’t let the cooling trend fool you, either. read my post about this related topic? yeah, do that. and even if it does cool down, it won’t matter, because what’s causing it is the remnants of hurricane john, and with the “cooler” air it brings monsoon moisture and humidity. oh great. it’s the difference between getting your groin kicked and getting your groin punched; either way you’re going to cry, so does it really matter?



ok, whoever had today, you won
steve irwin, “crocodile hunter” died today. look, we all knew essentially how it was going to happen, it was just a question of when. unfortunately, i had february 19th, 2007, so i’m a little bummed right now. but on a more serious note: i read that his wife has yet to be informed; kinda sad that we all know before she does. you’d think they would notify her first. oh well. time to add “don’t play with sting rays” to my list of things to avoid, right next to “don’t make fun of the girl while she’s on her period” and “don’t be a menace to south central while drinking my juice in the hood (thanks, wayans bros! at least you weren’t a total waste!),” and, oh yeah, “don’t freaking wrestle crocodiies!”

peace.