Cee. Bee. Dee.

Oh. my. gosh.

Bee thinks that my black coat somehow packs its own air conditioning unit. She also believes it has an automatic sensor that sends blasts of cold air to my ass when the temperature hits over 85 degress. She's also convinced it's solar powered.

WRONG! WRONG! WRONG, BITCH!

If you don't leave the air conditioning on tomorrow during the day while you're at work..I. will. die.

Die.

It's effing hot. I don't care how much the gas bill is. Keep the air on blast for me. I promise not to crap in your closet if you do.

In other news, Cee is out saving lives in New Orleans again. That girl is a hustler, I must say. She does a ton of work, gets some action (see yesterday's Blind Items) , then leaves to go save the lives of those affected by Hurricane Katrina. Amazing.

Bee and Ei are just working. Bo--ring.
Dee's just getting action. La--zeee!! ( I keed, I'm just jealous because I haven't seen Louis in a week).