New Jersey heat gets to me. And when I say "gets to me" I mean, drives me absolutely mental. The summer's air is thick with humidity, the hard rain will only fall for ten minutes just to play with you. You sit in your living room sweating fluid out of every pore in your pink, spongy body. You'd cry if there were any moisture and salt left in your muscles and flesh. Dry sobs heaving from your tightened throat, you pray for an eternity for a death that just won't come.

The next day? Stunning. The sun trickles down just enough to keep you comfortably warm, the breeze is constantly breathing softly against your hair and skin. Great day to see a ball game,

Enjoy this day, because the next entire week is going to fuck you in the butt. Don't be surprised if a plague of frogs eat your crops and a swarm of locusts crawl into your significant other's head and eat out the back of their eyes.

This is New Jersey summer.
Walk it off, pussy. :O

Classes resume next week. Contemplating a second job. Or organized crime. Crime tends to be easier AND more fun! Though jail time might cut into my class and writing schedules. Or, perhaps give me MORE time to write. Not that I even followed a schedule to begin with or else I might actually wring something palatable from my alcohol swashed mind.

Ugh. More to come.