waiting for the cooldown.

I hate waiting. I really do. I'm sitting here, waiting for A/C repairmen to come and fix the broken down piece of crap I call an air-conditioner. This apartment is so freakin' hot it's not even funny anymore. Yeah, Kevin's not really good about calling to get things fixed in an expeditious manner, so he left it to me to deal with.

So Brinkley, Payton and I are sitting here DYING from the heat. Look at us! We don't have sweat glands!!

When will these guys get here? The sooner they fix this thing, the sooner we don't have to look at Kevin without his shirt on anymore.

For real, no one needs to see that.