mrstitches

The summer is trying to kill me. I wish it would get it over with already.
It's kind of amazing how much better you feel when you replace a sweaty shirt with a dry one, and how fast it just becomes a gross sweaty shirt. I need someone to follow me around with dry shirts all august, and who can wash them for me.
Also, if it were truly intelligent design, the human balls would be better designed for summer.
I'd whine more, but I'm too exhausted..