It's fucking hot finally and I wish it was like this every day. It stretches time out longer and makes things smell stronger and better to me, even burning charcoal becomes a good smell. Summer 2010, let's get on this, more killer less filler. I'll even make an effort to enjoy the street festivals here that Chicago is so obsessed with, despite my failure to understand the appeal of drinking plastic cups of beer penned in with hundreds of people who can't handle their liquor? Summa madness.
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