It is the last day of July and I feel like the summer is almost over.
I have virtually no tan.
I am still too fat for summer.
I have not done anything remotely fun.
What a summer bummer? Am I right gang?
I think I’m just going to have to really take advantage of August.
However, the problem with that is that it would require me to be motivated to do something.
That’s a hurdle that my fat ass is not capable of jumping.
Looks like the remainder of the summer will be sent like the first part, looking like a bloated version of Powder.
Hey, it’s like Buddy Holly said, “There ain’t not cure for the summertime blues.”