Wednesday, July 27

ode to in touch

in place of a more vulgar post that i had planned, after a marked outcry by my compatriate ("liz, that's gross!"), all i have today is a salute to in touch magazine:

it was really fucking hot today. the trauma (=sweat)

my brain is not at its peak, but hopefully this godforsaken heat is nearing its twilight.

in the meantime i will pretend to pick up small insects off the ground and grunt to express feelings of malcontent. i will fax a daily performance evaluation saying nothing crude. alex will say there are no new problems with her partner and rate my performance as VERY GOOD.


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