Why must it be this hot?

Hey, you! I'm asking you. Why must it be so hot? Answers on a postcard please.

Or a big block of ice.

Apart from the heat I have enjoyed my Saturday via the gift of not doing anything at all. Or as I call it "Weekend Plume style".

Discussing the visit with Skye some more. Making dinner plans hehe. Quite complicated because I'm so picky. Anything that even reminds me of onions just makes me feel sick. But we'll sort out all the little details and live happily ever after. We will.

I'm feeling a little sick. It's the heat, I know it is.

My mother has started reading Harry Potter. She asked me if I was going to borrow it and read it on the bus trip. I said no. I'll bring the Hobbit instead. No offense to Harry Potter. It's just HARRY POTTER HARRY POTTER HARRY POTTTER. Alrite already. Apparently Rowling is the richest woman in Britain. Richer than the Queen. God bless her. Isn't it great though? One day I'm going to write a book and become the richest woman in Britain.

I'll have to work on the "woman" and "britain" part too, I guess.

The next paragraph will be a little gross, but hey we're all adults here, right? What? How did you get past the bouncer then? You're going to have to show IDs from now on I'm afraid.

You know what? There really aren't enough songs about semen. I can only really think of Mariah Carey's Honey. The reason I started thinking about this (apart from me being male of course) is that I read about a song by Liz Phair called Hot White Cum or H.W.C. for short. Best song title evar. I thought it was a joke at first, but I guess it's true. I don't really know Liz Phair but hey, that's gutsy. If I ever become a rockstar I'll be sure to write songs about bodily fluids too. I can see it right now. "Spit on my face and tell me that you love me". No, I'd be sued by Monty Python for sure. Oh well.

I'm going to go to bed now. Mmm, give me that hot white toothpaste.

np: nothing