I am the human barometer, Hi. The slightest increase in barometric pressure and I drip sweaty goodness from every available and un-clogged pore, it could be 50 degrees outside with 75% humidity and I'm a puddle of my former self. Here in Washington we are experiencing some outstanding weather, but unfortunately it's humid. As if the shock of nice weather isn't enough, we Seattlites in our ecstatic state barely dress during this time of year....short shorts, halters, thongs..er flip flops. Weight challenged people have NO humility this time of year and proudly display rolls of cellulite ridden flesh and legs laced with vericose veins that would put mapquest to shame....(yikes!). And, Oh how I love the French pedicure on over long toenails.....I've seen so too many, it's not right...*gag*! Ladies, keep the French look on the fingernails and um.....cut those fucking claws....unless you find it easier to retrieve your prey with those things...*ock*.
I recently cut my hair thinking that it would be easier to maintain at a shorter length during the summer months....um, wrong. This relentless humidity makes the hair frizzle and poof out into freakish shapes only resembling a circus clowns wig. The humidity also makes the carefully applied make-up relocate it's self to your chest, so now that loverly shade of purple eye shadow is now stylishly glistening on your nipples *strikes a pose*:D
Don't get me wrong, I do love the summer months here in the Northwest, it's just not fashion friendly, for me at least. I eventually succumb to it and say fuck it and prance about au natural (no make-up, shorts and a tank top) and when there is a nice breeze on these sticky days, I like the way my underarm skin flaps in rhythm with the wind. Ah, the sweet poetry of summer.
