Fucking Heat...
This weekend was completely unbearable. I know many people love this shit, but seriously, I can't take it anymore. I spent most of the weekend indoors trying to keep cool, painting [the place looks VERY cool right now, btw]. I'm even considering getting an air conditioner right now for my bedroom. I can't sleep at night it's too fucking oppressively hot. It's too hot for the mere 'f' (as J. now is forced to say due to the recent influence of prudance). It's FUCKING hot!!! I was going to sleep on the hammock last night but Kate was having some people over for an informal BBQ so I had to resort to plan B, melatonin. It amazes me that J. actually, really LIKES this shit. I would like nothing more for it to end.
Speaking of J., he didn't return my phone call because he said he went camping with James and how, on the way home they went to a swimming hole but didn't think I'd be interested in 'sunbathing'. As far as I know, swimming holes are supposed to be shady. I didn't quite understand what he was talking about. The boy makes no sense sometimes. Maybe he meant he was going to the river or something.
Speaking of swimming holes, there's this really cool one in Battle Ground that I've been to that has cliffs that you can jump off of and deep, cool pools of joy. It's in the woods though, so there might not be enough sun for the likes of J. There may be some rocks that he can lay out on though. The boy doesn't even use sunscreen. He must not have heard of skin cancer. I heard some gory stories about it last night from Kerrin (their aunt got it in her mid 30's). Not cool.
Anyway, I'm glad to hear J. and James had fun butt fucking each other in their tent this weekend. I'm off the pager this up coming weekend and have no plans. I would be up for getting away and being his hippie lover for the weekend, even if it's just car camping. Whatever. Just get me up into the mountains out of this fucking heat.
-Xtp
Speaking of J., he didn't return my phone call because he said he went camping with James and how, on the way home they went to a swimming hole but didn't think I'd be interested in 'sunbathing'. As far as I know, swimming holes are supposed to be shady. I didn't quite understand what he was talking about. The boy makes no sense sometimes. Maybe he meant he was going to the river or something.
Speaking of swimming holes, there's this really cool one in Battle Ground that I've been to that has cliffs that you can jump off of and deep, cool pools of joy. It's in the woods though, so there might not be enough sun for the likes of J. There may be some rocks that he can lay out on though. The boy doesn't even use sunscreen. He must not have heard of skin cancer. I heard some gory stories about it last night from Kerrin (their aunt got it in her mid 30's). Not cool.
Anyway, I'm glad to hear J. and James had fun butt fucking each other in their tent this weekend. I'm off the pager this up coming weekend and have no plans. I would be up for getting away and being his hippie lover for the weekend, even if it's just car camping. Whatever. Just get me up into the mountains out of this fucking heat.
-Xtp