My elbows are sweating...that's how hot it is.
And as if that isn't enough...A PRIVATE # called my house this evening...it must have been the heat that destroyed my Spidey Senses...cuz I picked it up...and....
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it was......THE ENGLISHMAN.
It's like I am being punished for every catty remark, every shitty thing I have done since I was born.
Did I mention my elbows are sweaty?
The song THE MISSION by Puscifer gives me a hard on.
Too hot to live.
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