Hot & Sticky

It’s summer. Definitely. It’s literally hot as balls out there. There’s nothing like a hot summer day, drenched in sweat, drinking something iced, and lowkey dying inside because you can’t reach homeostasis. I can’t believe I remember that word.

Last week, a customer came into the coffee shop and had the CUTEST little white dog. I asked her how she wasn’t a crusty white dog… anyways I took a wild guess on the breed- bijon! I can’t believe I remembered that either. It’s funny how our brain works.

Sometimes, I think my brain purposefully keeps information from me. I hope it does, or I hope it starts to soon. There’s such a thing as knowing too much. Being too aware. I am too aware of the pooling sweat in between my thighs right now.