Dear Summer

I wish you would leave soon. I have never been a fan of yours. I am so tired of being hot, especially since the inside of my car is normally about 20 degrees hotter than the actual outside temperature. Because of this, I can't keep my hair combed. Summer, you sweat out my lovely locks into a bird's nest. I can't even stay cute with you around.

Summer, you've been working me to death. I hope my workload will get a little lighter when my friend Autumn comes around. Summer, you've managed to annoy the hell out of me. This person keeps breaking into my car and not taking anything.

Because of you, Summer, it is too hot to make gumbo, but I am craving it, and that's what's on the agenda for today. I may die of a heatstroke cooking gumbo, due to your presence. Speaking of, Summer, you killed E. Lynn Harris. I am still not understanding his death, but I've made peace with it. You also killed Michael Jackson, and Farrah Fawcett on the same day. Summer, you might be the devil.

Summer, you kill relationships. Men tend to get hot in the pants, and stray. You bring all the hot h*es out to pasture, lurking and searching for the next 'big thing'. Pun intended. In that same vein, Summer, you bring too many people with you when you come. All these people, all these crowds, all these parks littered with trash. Who BBQs on a Wednesday? Only you can make people crazy enough to do that, Summer.

I kinda hate you, Summer. I'm just gonna be honest. You were cool at first, but then, over time, you burned me.

Nothing Fancy Today: Someone Broke Into My Car

Sooooo, my car got broken into (again) but the vandal didn't take anything - they just dishelved things a bit. Weird. It seems like the person(s) may have been looking for something, and evidently, something I didn't have. Last time my car was burglarized, it was a rental (hallelu), and they took all kinds of pointless sh*t, in addition to the valuables (my family and friends' Christmas gifts). That's how I knew it was a crackhead robbery. I know crackhead methodology. This time, they didn't take anything...I had a check on the passenger seat...CDs in the door compartment...a boxcutter...all kinds of accoutrements that could've easily been sellable or useable merch for a hype (see boxcutter)...and thats how I know it wasn't a crackhead, or a real hood thief. Maybe some rotten young thuglets? Maybe the police? Who knows.

I'm having mixed feelings about the situation cause its like, "Damn, my car got broken into..." but then its like "Yay, they didn't take anything". Either way, I'm not on board with this sh*t. I don't like people going in my cupboards uninvited, let alone my car. Oh...I take that back...they DID take something...they took my freezer gloves...which is absolutely weird as hell. Anywho, I'm just gonna hope and pray it doesn't happen again...or else, I'm gonna beat the living shit outta someone. No 'LOL' on that.

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Photo courtesy of Lights Vegas Action.

Forbes Traveler.com recently posted a list of the 10 Most Expensive Hamburgers. The one shown is a mere $21.75, and comes topped with gorgonzola cheese (yum), onion jam (YUM), sauteed cremini mushrooms (YUMMM) and bacon - made with Kobe beef. Served up with a side of fries.

I consider myself a foodie,and young epicurean that loves to experience new tastes, but this lobster and Kobe beef isthe most expensive burger at $777. A big Flavor Flav woooooooow, on that one...