your worst suspicions are about to be confirmed...

i am indeed a weirdo.cabin fever + more shitty snow + too much time on my hands + winter blues =BEACH DAY!i am in the process of turning my apartment into the beach - well, sort of. i am so goddamned sick and tired of cold weather, so i am pretending it's summer right now. the oven's cranked up, the fan's on, the lights are all blazing, the coppertone and sunglasses are coming out, a bathing suit will be found... i have a beach-scented candle somewhere, too, i'll have to light that shit up. got some beer, got a cooler... i just need some margarita mix, but there's no way i'm going outside in this crappy weather. maybe i'll just start calling people up and tell them to come over and pick some up on the way. hmmmm, the more people i cram in here the warmer it will be. maybe i'll fill up the bathtub and call it a really-mini-ocean. i wish i had some sand to throw around. and a volleyball. or a beach ball. i think i have a frisbee somewhere, though. oh, and i have to find endless summer and put that on, haha! where'd my sex wax go?