I wake up in the morning, I look out the window and it's sunny but it's cool in the house. Now I don't know about you but when I'm cool I like to dress so I am warm enough. This creates a problem.
I get dressed I go outside and I die. Just die. It's super duper hot, I sweat like an Arabian pig, and people stare because they think I'm crazy. I end up going back inside home again to get changed but then I feel how cool it is inside and I begin to question myself, maybe I was wrong and it really isn't that hot out there. But it is.
It has gotten so bad that I now keep clothes in the truck of my car so I can change if required throughout the day. I really don't care about the weatherman on tv telling me it's going to be 90 degrees, all I want him to do is tell me what I need to wear.
And then there is the hairdresser. I went to get my hair cut a couple of weeks back, I asked just for a little tidy up or a trim and she kept questioning it for the next 20 minutes she took. She kept telling me everyone else is going short. I don't care, I like it how it is. Stop telling me this.
Maybe I just go out naked and put clothes on as required. Oh and shave all my hair off.
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