That most dreaded time of year
It’s April, and in Vegas, it’s already climbing into the 70’s ad 80’s. Which means - I have to buy a swimsuit. FUCK. I hate buying swimsuits. It is all the things I don’t like, rolled into one: Body consciousness? CHECK! (I’ve gained about 15-20 lbs in the last 2 years, and I’m not proud of it) Hatred of summer? CHECK! (It gets up to 120 in Vegas in the...