Baby It's Hot Outside

So, the east coast is currently having some unseasonably warm weather. 

Therefore, I'd like to present a twist on an old holiday date rapey classic:

Baby It's Hot Outside

I really can't stay 

Baby it's warm outside

I've got to go away 

Baby it's hot out there
This evening has been so very nice
It's hot as hell, you need some ice

My kitty will start to worry 

It's too hot to pet something so furry

Kitty will be pacing the floor 

Listen to the air conditioner roar
So really I'd better scurry 
Chunky monkey, please don't hurry
Maybe just a drink or six more 

Put some netflix on while I pour

The neighbors might think 

Baby, it's bad out there
Say, what's in this drink? 

Global warming is mad out there

I wish I knew how 

you're getting sweaty now

To cool myself down 

 Don't you have a summer nightgown?

I ought to say no, no, no 

Mind if I turn the air up?
At least I'm gonna say that I tried

 What's the sense of sweating inside?
I really can't stay 

 Baby don't hold out
Ah, but it's hot outside

I've got to get home 

Oh, baby, there's no breeze out there
Say, lend me your fan 

It's a hundred degrees out there
You've really been grand 

 Sweat when you touch my hand
Why don't you see 

How can you do this thing to me?

There's bound to be talk tomorrow 

Think of my life long sorrow
At least there will be plenty implied 

If you overheated and died
I really can't stay 

Get over that hold out
Ah, but it's warm outside
Oh, baby, it's hot outside
Oh, baby, it's hot outside

Genius, I know. Apologies for the lack of art on this one. I got my new macbook (hooray!!) but I'm having some trouble making paintbrush work and open my images properly (grumble grumble).

Embarrassing Confessions: Les Mis

In the past, I’ve admitted to my loud chewing and love of Halloween candy.

The latest?

So, a couple of weeks ago I was alone on a Saturday night and I knew what I wanted to do.

Besides the fact that Boyfriend flat out refused to watch it, I knew it would be a tear jerker and I prefer to cry over musicals alone. Anyway, I watched it.

You guys, I cried so much.  I texted Boyfriend, too. He wasn't super sympathetic to my plight.

Me: I rented Les Mis

Boyfriend: Gag

Me: Sniffle!!!

Extra hard sniffle

I need more tissues.

Boyfriend: They should all die

Me: They all did. I accidentally cried.

Boyfriend: Good

Me: I was doing okay til Wolverine died. WOLVERINE.

Boyfriend: Wolverine can't die

Me: I wonder how many more times I can watch it til the rental is up

Boyfriend: You are sick

Me: Wolverine died and catwoman took him to heaven

Boyfriend: Please never talk to me again

Me: DON'T BE MEAN I JUST FINISHED CRYING

And I had awesome conversations like this on twitter:

Seriously how was her waist that tiny!?

Anyhoo, because I liked it so much, I watched it a bunch more times. And I cried every single time.

Does that stop me from watching it way too often? Nope.

This movie man. It’s just too damn sad.

Spoiler alert: he dies.