Hatey-eight degrees and frowny.

Just heard on the radio that the high today was going to get up to 88... this means it is still SUNNY and WARM, and if you're not in the shade, that means it feels hot. It means the subway platform feels like a greenhouse of breath. I cannot be the only person who is sick and tired of sunshiney warmth. Like a sickly-sweet, smothering other who makes you want to spew nastiness and run, so is the sun.

I find the sun and heat so offensive that I feel real therapeutic relief in venting about it. I like to make it personal. Me against the sun. (actually could be a good idea for the name of an anti-sunshine blog...) Also, me against the brainwashing that manipulates the masses into accepting any little thing the sun does as cute and precious. I barf at that. Sure, people have been complaining about the record hot summer, yes, yet most people aren't mad at the actual sun about it. But they should be at least some! Another beautiful sunny day? Liar! Stop giving the sun a pass, people! Ask yourself, really ask yourself, if you are enjoying squinting into the cloudless sky while walking through the masses and trying not to scratch your sweaty butt that's itching ONLY because it's so hot and disgusting outside. Stop pretending you like it and join me in my public awaress campaign about the dark side of the sun.

Let's get this Perry party started right! Just having a little fun with photoshop.

Jobless? Move to Texas, where job miracles are raining from the sky like grease from a fry basket.

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You know there's more where this came from.