I love summer. I love the small (the middle between summer and fall) I love fall. Not a fan of spring. Awful allergy inducing, rainy, constant shat of weather. Windy, cold one day, hot the next. Zero idea of what to wear to work...spring SUCKS. And don't even get me started on winter in Illinois. BAG OF DICKS level, suckage. Hate SO much. Summer is my jam. Yes, it's hot. Yep...fat girl. It does not mix. The humidity is awful. That corn sweat is definitely a thing. Underboob, underfupa, underarms. Sweaty, gross, mess, stinkage. Oh stop cringing...it's not like you can't relate. I mean, unless you are a skinny chick/dude. In which case...whatever. Enjoy the icicle snot rockets forming under your nose in the cool of a properly air conditioned home. (If you keep your thermostat higher than 74 when it's hot-don't invite me to your terrarium, you lizard.) Anyway, my point. For this summer lovin' girl, or old lady-wh...
And, I'm pretty sure I'm not leaving until I get some.