Seriously, it's too hot to string together enough words to form a coherent sentence, much less have original thoughts.
I commend all two of my readers to visit the blogs on my sidebar, which apparently are written in, like, the Arctic Circle or summat, or else written by people who do not wilt in 97-degree heat and 90% humidity, as I am prone to do.
Ain't much happening here. I've spent the last week resisting the urge to burn down the house of a lying, cheating fuckwit who can't keep his dick in his pants. Lucky for him he lives three hours away, or I might've at least showed up on his porch to see how long it would take to make him cry. Alas, he and I are scheduled to be in the same building this Saturday. I hope he doesn't show, because I'm actually in no mood for drama. I'm kind of hoping he'll drop dead between now and then.
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