i want to have joe brown's children

It's raining again. Which officially makes this The Worst Summer Ever. Mother Nature, I implore you - can we have one full week without rain? Can our beach outings go on as planned without being plagued by this neverending rain? And most importantly, can the sun come out just once? I am not usually one to complain about the schizophrenia that is New England weather, but this is ridiculous. Tom did not say it would be like this.

I've been sitting at this computer for hours, wondering what happened to my rare day off and trying to come up with something to say here. I guess now is the time to admit that I'm only posting with such frequency so that the first page of my blog doesn't look nakey and sad. And now I'm bummed that I did this instead of laundry because I'll probably have to wear bathing suit bottoms for panties until my next day off. Yes, it's that kind of laundry crisis. And by the way, I think I eat more when I don't work. I truly eat for lack of something better to do. Or maybe the Domino's commercials really work.

I wonder if other people think that our apartment looks like Crayola went ahead and threw up all over the place? The word decor had been completely lost on the people who used to live here and through lack of concern up until now, and partly in thanks to one of my roommates who seems to want to keep this place looking like an attic, I feel like I'm living in a tag sale. Anyone need a lone barstool? We have one in our living room. Thirteen coffee tables? Come on down! A bongo? Just one? Again, we have it. A couch with one leg? Awesome, we have one of those, too. Our kitchen looks like a catholic church and the bathroom looks like a parakeet. Kill me. Kill me, now. And I can't forget about my bedroom door being painted the "color" of Tang. Hot.

I need therapy and I can't even watch Laura because telemundo decides that I need to watch the olympic soccer game. Die, telemundo.