Preppy is the New Hipster

Until I get the hell out of this sweaty bayou for a week+. I have decided it is not me that makes me crazy, not the female-ness that runs through my veins, not even the men(or lack thereof) in my life. It is the utterly mundane life that I have become in the last two months. It is my office job, my commute, the joy I get in being able to finish a Sodoku puzzle but the time I hit Tenleytown, my mediocre waredrobe, which would be hot with an extra six grand a year, the 1.3 hours I spend at the gym, looking at lesbians wondering if they are looking at me like I am a lesbian, the coffee at work, the studying. Most of all though. It is the heat. It is too hot to think, to eat, to drink coffee, to sleep(with anyone in my bedroom), to sit outside. These are all the things I love to do. Out with the heat and in with the joy!