ocean beach. Isn't that the lamest name for a beach?

it's a hundred-million fucking degrees in San Francisco today. I'm sweaty and sticky and gross and flushed looking. I'm going to go buy a kiddie pool because Parker and I can't take it anymore. Well I can. I love the heat. It's wonderful and it makes me happy. Sure it's a bit miserable sweating to death but it just means you can strip down to your undies and run around the house with 40's and have a REASON, because well it's fucking hot.

So only 5% of the city has any sort of air conditioning. My apartment is NOT one of them. It's about 50° hotter in our apartment than it is outside, and my room with no windows is probably about another 50° hotter. I'm thinking once the sun sets, it will be time for me to grab a bottle of liquor and head down to the beach.

I <3 summer.