I am convinced that my legs do not react to extreme temperatures. They do not get cold in the winter and they were completely unperturbed by the jeggings and booties I decided to slouch around in today. However, my upper body is sweat central.
“Any visitors to this site probably don’t want to read about your sweaty summer self anymore, Leah.”
I just can’t stop complaining about the heat. It’s a sickness.
Today I wore this:
I bought this:
I ate this:
I saw this:
I thought about this:
I wish I had started driving sooner than two months ago.
I have more in common with a soon thirteen year-old than most adults.
My dog eats healthier than I do.
Beer tastes so good on a Saturday night.
Sometimes the best things in life aren’t free. Like my imminent life in Germany.
Wear sunscreen and drink a lot of water. Summer is bitch slapping e’erbody out here.