bra-optional day

it's so hot in oakland we're just sitting here in our underwear. normally by this time of day we're wearing clothes. but I can't stand the clothes, and I wish this rolling desk chair was made of wicker and not industro-cloth.

no bra for me either!

Oh, Anil.
It's not the straps so much as the pooling sweat in the bottom of the cups. Of course, for the bigger busted among us (presumably men as well as women), going without can create dark cavernous spaces anywhere boobage, skin, and sweat meet. Skin fungus is not a pretty thing.

Aren't you glad you asked?

Alabama feels no pity for New York. None.

I'm not wearing a bra either. I guess if it's that hot, there's no women walking around with their "highbeams" on.

Some fucker stole my air conditioner off my porch about two weeks ago. It's all my fault for leaving it out thre, uninstalled, but I'm still pissed off about it.

I somehow didn't get the memo and so I've been walking around sweating into my bra, wishing I didn't have it on.

(I never thought I'd say this but, dammit, I really miss the rain.)

You guys are such weenies... you should c'mon down to Texas, where it's REALLY hot. Except yesterday, that is, when which was a chilly 88F.

Too effin' bad, man! I've earned my suffrage and I'm not gonna tote around 2 soggy cowbags in a cramped squishy sling just so your highness' blogwallah ass' 6-figured panoramic view of reality won't be sullied. Deal.