This whole early daylight savings time is throwing me off. Late sunsets suck. I am a vampire. Also, the heat is kicking in. Kate and I went around to do some quick errands and guys found an excuse to wear their wifebeaters, as did girls with their hooch-wear. Shorts shouldn’t be that short. Stretch marks are clever things; they will make its way in creative places. It’s best not to show them off.
For some odd reason, it was a good day to run a Lindsey Lohan marathon, despite how much lack of respect I have for her as a person. Parent Trap, Mean Girls, Freaky Friday, Just My Luck (then I threw a curve ball with The Devil Wears Prada). They’re good movies. Shut up.