It's 37 degrees today.

Yeah, that's right, it's 37 degrees out there and little miss Big Ass wants us all to admire her kiester in a pair of black tights. I said it - tights! How the hell is she not freezing cold? Not only that, but she's wearing water-logged Ugs (they're soaking wet from the melting snow) and a William Paterson sweatshirt that begs the question - Do you think our moms would like to hang out because mine loves to drink and it's obvious yours liked to drink 18 years ago when she was pregnant which has obviously affected your mental development for the worst. I don't care if I have to wear a big old smelly jacket that said "Cy's Ho" cause if it's cold I'm bundling up.

You know what other weather faux pas I saw today? Some guy in shorts. Anyone that is not running for their life from a pack of hungry wolves needs to realize that it is not hot out and you need to put on pants. I don't like looking at your leg hair and I especially don't like looking at your leg hair standing up on end!

Oh well, at least the toilet works.

The Toilet

Our toilet is clogged and I'm not sure if it's my fault. It could be that Kim actually had a miscarriage (yes, I know that's gross and mean but hey it's 10 in the morning and I don't have to leave until 11 so I can say whatever I damn well please) or the newbie could have flushed down the pot she knew Kim would try to steal. Whatever the cause, now I am unable to use the bathroom and I really have to pee.