Saturday July 27, 2002

I hate heat. Hate it. Hate it.

This heat is kicking my ass all over the place. I'm such a spoiled air-conditioned brat, I can't stand it when it's not on. Last night, my sister and I stayed up until 3:30, because when we tried to go to bed, the sheets were sticking to us. It's humid. And I hate it.

And tonight, if it's hot like this again, I'm turning on the air like the little brat that I am, and I don't care if my dad gets mad at all. It's hot. And I hate it.