My own private sauna.
 

The a/c upstairs has gone out, which means its 80 fucking degrees up here, even with many fans on. Blach. Unfortunatly, my room and general spot in the house is upstairs. This blows monkey balls.

Oh well. I suppose I can think of it like....uh....camping. Sort of.

Somebody post some cheese to accompany my whine, please.

:)

Gouda.

Here's some more..

The cheese is melty. Or is that me? Hmmmmmmm.

I think I'm sleeping on the couch downstairs tonight, like a husband in the doghouse.

I'm livin' in my own private Idahooooo....

I was hoping somebody would get the reference. Thank you. :)

Tear it into string! Don't bite it whole!

I remember when string cheese was cool to have in your lunchbox as a kid.

I still bring it to school.

Hell yeah, me too. Love it.

I don't think I've had it in years. I need to tell my mom to buy some string cheese.

That's a good idea.

She'll proabably tell me to buy my own.

Hah, sounds like my mother.

I doubt my mom sounds exactly like your mom, because your mom is Canadian and has that cool accent.

You know know we roll.

Still a reasonably good idea.

you can't have somebody else buying you your cheese. that's just straight up foolish.

Good Point.