It’s Getting Hot In HEERRE

OK. For real. It’s so got damned hot I can't do anything but complain.
 

It’s too hot to even smoke a friggin cigarette.

Everything on TV is a damned re-run, I’ve had to resort to watching the Travel channel.

I just took a cold shower and for no good reason, it’s so depressing.

The last couple of nights we’ve been having blackouts. LA is so lame. When they had black outs in NY, it turned into a city wide block party. But NOOOoo! For me? I go out on my patio to smoke and am told by my neighbors that I shouldn’t be outside in the dark by myself since there have been rapes and robberies in the area in the last few weeks. Good god.

Of course during one of the black outs, my latest guilty pleasure, RockStar INXS, was running so I didn’t get to TiVO it. Now I’m short an episode.

My latest delicious piece of man-meat makeout pie is a forty year-old divorcee with a baby and living in an apartment. Ugh.

He’s also got the same exact birthday as me. So, we’ll either kill eachother. Or kill eachother.

I’m scrolling through my channel menu and seriously considering watching I Want to be a Hilton.

I have to watch Tarzan (yes the feature animation), Herbie (with Lindsey) and Shark Boy and Lava Girl for work this weekend. Anyone who tells me my job is easy, bite me.

I just found out that my latest comedian crush, the host from E! Channels “The Soup”, is married.

I hate all my clothes.

I hate my feet.

My brother’s birthday is tomorrow and I have to stay in LA recruiting influencers for this Jamba Juice program that I’m working on.

I’ve officially seen every episode of Law and Order AND Law and Order: Special Victims Unit.

Vincent D’Onofrio is no longer cute to me.

My friend bought a Hitachi magic wand and suddenly my Reach-Easy back massager is obsolete. I have vibrator envy.

I have my second job interview for a new job one week from today.

I’ve spent the last two weeks sleeping next to a pile of shit I haven’t sorted thru on the side of the bed that used to belong to my lover.

I haven’t yet filed my taxes.

I haven’t yet completed my application to refinance my house because I haven’t yet filed taxes.

Interest rates are rising. Fuck you very much, Bush.

I need to buy toilet paper, Q-tips and cotton balls. Every week, Albertsons has a sale on all my favorite brand name paper products. Every week but this week.

I have a pimple on the side of my nose that neither wants to surface and graduate to a white head, nor go away. I HATE YOU UNDERCOVER PIMPLE, I HATE YOU!!!!

Something in my refrigerator stinks, and I can’t figure out what the fuck it is.

I found out the hard way that my legs sweat. Add that to the growing list of wierd things on my body that sweats. Those that say Asians don’t sweat, you lie. May God strike you down.

 

I don’t know, but I think I got most of it out. Thanks for listening. Now go away.

 

Love,

Genevieve