Oh boy, here comes the heat. I'm not very certain if I love summer or hate it. The warm sun always feels nice on my skin, but that dewy sheet of humidity that sheen it is unbearable. Summer is the time to get away from life, live in a mystery. It's vacation time, people. I'll probably go somewhere even against my will to say hidden from the public. It's a time to catch up on reading, my favorite thing. I'll spend half the day out on the porch or in the back yard on a lawn chair. Most people go to the beach, but I never do, personally never been one with laying half naked in front of a bunch of strangers.
Ugh, I'll finish this post later.