First of all, it's hot as hell. I'm not sure what is happening to me. I was always a pretty sweaty person, but recently it's even worse. I'm sweating like CRAZY.
It's not like I've never been through a summer before, or am not familiar with heat, humidity, stickiness, chaffing, etc. Been there, had all that.
But this summer has been markedly different. It's hard to describe the type of hot I experience. There is no relief for it and sometimes it makes me panic. I feel like one of those women you hear about having hot flashes, but only in the comedic way that had been beaten to death. Am I having hot flashes? It can't be...
But a few other things that are bothering me are:
1. Who the fuck are the marketing people at Six Flags? First it was that freaky old bald dancing bald guy who was so obviously not old OR bald. Now we have some cracked out Asian kid with his head in a circle talking about how many flags things are worth? WHAAAAT?
2. I love the Counting Crows as much as any fan, but Adam really needs to stop fucking whining. I downloaded the new album a while ago and hadn't listened to the whole thing until recently. I must have known in the back of my head that I would be disappointed with it. It's not that it's bad, it's just that Adam has been writing the same fucking songs for 10+ years now. We GET that you are a hot mess and can't hold onto a relationships. We GET that you are depressed ALL THE FUCKING TIME. Admittedly, I had really high hopes for the album when I saw them in concert last summer. Adam had been working out (and we know that physical activity is a proven quasi-cure for chronic depression) and he put on a great show. The few songs he did from the new album were promising. I thought maybe the new album would be like "Hard Candy," which is an absolutely amazing album.
3. Guess what, Madge? There is already an album called "Hard Candy." It came out over 6 years ago by a little band you might have heard of called the Counting Crows. Fire your marketing people. I can't believe I got suckered into spending $115 to see you at the Garden. Ugh.
That's all. I'm so hot.