Scientists claim July will go down as the hottest month on record, which is a dead giveaway that not a damned one of them saw Margot Robbie’s crowdsurfing scene in Babylon when it was released in December. Artists are no less skilled than solar radiation at generating heat. Or perimenopausal women like me. I’ve been dealing with hot flashes for a while. My body is an analog thermostat in a digital world, suffering in a perfect storm of atmospheric and hormonal fuckery.
One bag of ruffles equals 1.065 pounds of weight gain... sounds about right.
I'm sooooo fucked.