I am debating driving into the big city to go to a live UFC match or staying home and writing more romance tales of me and Tito Ortiz. It's hot out there, so hot my thighs feel like someone's squirted a gallon of baby oil between them and they're wetly sliding over each other. My Chevette doesn't have air conditioning and arriving sweaty is just not swanky.
So I'm thinking I might have to lay low in the apartment till Saturday when the weather is supposed to break and there will be another UFC bout here.
Tried to go out earlier to the Wal Mart to pick up some of those 3 liter sodas with goofy names cuz they are the Wal Marts brand but the store was so crowded with sweating folks I left after getting some of their fried chicken and some garlic bread. Got a new dress too. Purple flowers with black piping around the sleeves and neck. It's a t-shirt dress. I'm planning on rocking some black crocs with this dress for the Saturday night UFC event. Maybe a wrestler will take a shine to me.
I just hope they don't use those evil skeleton whores as ring girls at the live matches.
In the meantimes I got me some Lifetime movies to watch, some yummy pizza to eat and delightful air conditioning. I'm stay away from the activities at the apartment community room because of what happened a few months ago. But I heard they're gonna have a luau tonight so I might have to head over just to get some grub and come right back. The biddies here still blame me for Marge's death. Makes the laundry room and mail boxes very awkward.
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