It's hot where I am. Hotter than hot. I don't really like hot.
British heat is like being constantly breathed on by a large, tired dog.
It's not insane to sweat when you write. It's making me feel out of shape!
I'm fit.
Trust me.
Truman and I hung out and watched botched wrestling moves and promos on YOU TUBE. It's so funny watching big, scary man mess up lines and try to keep their brutish dignity.
We also watched THAT FILM*. Truman dug it and I was pleased.
I've been doing something right.
I'm off to have what must be my forth shower of the day.
(* By THAT FILM I don't mean some kind of Christopher Bate sex video. That would be horrible, wouldn't it?)
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If so, is it very long?
The video, I mean... fnar fnar
Fourth shower today, huh? There is a Christopher video. Just make sure you dont drop the soap!
I knew somebody would link the endless showers with the alleged fictional video.
Hello!
I've never filmed myself in an act of rudeness. I leave all that stuff to the pretty people.
I am slowly boiling alive in this heat. enough already!
I can't find enough shade. I blame my inner vampire...
i just wish the colleague next to me understood the joys of deoderant. luckily i've got a bit of a summer cold so my nose is blocked...
I'm just back to the city after a week on the lake and it's hot like that here today too... a large, tired, smelly dog :(
Zuzula--AT LAST! RAIN!
Stephanie--I'm going to live in an Igloo.
A week on a lake?
Was their a boat involved?
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