i used to love summertime. the best times of my life were during the summer. i loved the sun, the freedom, the beach, swimming, the good tired feeling after a day of being pounded by waves, etc.

but in the past few years i have grown to hate summertime. i hate the heat, the humidity, and the heat. i guess maybe i don't hate summer exactly... i just hate the fact that i look stupid in shorts and that i'm self-conscious about my body. i'm skinny, but not great shape, and i'm hairy. maybe i wouldn't have such a problem with the hair if i was really buff or something. like if i looked like this. then i could pull off the hairiness, as Wolverine so suavely does.

anyway. this fear to expose myself has lead to a love of winter clothes, and thus winter. i hate summer because i can't wear my pea coat, it's a bitch to wear pants all summer long (which i've done before), and taking off my shirt is not an option.

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