It's too f-ing hot out there. I know, it's my blog, I can curse if I want and yet I wuss out with the f-ing thinig.
I'm really tired of this weather. I want crisp fall weather. I've got a closet full of long-sleeve Gap and Banana Republic pullovers that I bought in a fit of OCD that would have made Warren Zevon proud.
Supposed to be soggy the next few days and then maybe a little cooler. Enough already.
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I'm sorry I just can't get this straight. Mr. OCD Banana Republican sweat shirt wearer. F-ing
(effing), is still just as convincing, though a tad less effervescent as the straight F--- which, I think ought to be banned from blogs, and reserved as the one word which slips out in the moment...in situations which leave you overwhelmed. Like when you are driving, and a passenger becomes angered and jumps out of your car into heavy traffic and starts walking the wrong way...you know. Unforgivable crap situations. You dump your coffee all over your nice freshly pressed shirt and have a meeting. Shocking and suddenly stuff. Otherwise...it's just cheapened by overuse and we have nothing really to capture the intensity. My opinion only.
"It's so filthy hot out I could just eff-ing puke." sounds okay. It is way late for this kind of muggy heat, ain't it though?
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