it is hot as balls in victorville right now.
107 according to my car's thermometer.
it's so hot i could die.
no joke.
i honestly don't think it would be that bad,
but three days ago, i hadn't had a day hotter than 76 in ten months
TEN MONTHS.
i was not prepared for this aspect of the move.
if this is what hell is like i might want to rethink the whole penis fondling thing.
p.s.
who else finds it colossally satisfying that miley cyrus is eating so much shit to try and get back on disney's good side.
first with the concert for the troops,
then with the autographs for kids with cancer.
remind me never to pose semi nude on the cover of vanity fair.
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