We are having a heat wave here in Southern California and it frightens me. We’re all scared, please help, send money and FEMA. I speak on behalf of all second generation Angelenos.

105 degrees today at The Vitamin Shoppe in Woodland Hills. Muscle Milk spoiled and my fresh Fish Oil started to give off odor.

But I adapted! By buying a sling-shot and Power Putty at Sport Chalet.

I like Subway and Robeks as well, when they are corporate branches… not the franchised out editions. Too loose and too “back in 5 minutes” taped to the front door.

The music is wrong, portions and spreading varies, workers out of shape, drink bar a mess, etc…

I’m on the go, I’m using debit and please don’t sweat into my lettuce. Seriously, this has happened recently. She was too eager and spazmatic, giving off moisture. This particular female sandwich artist should have taken a step back, gathered herself, dried up, put on the plastic gloves… then bask me with a deep healthy breath, followed by confident smiling.

Show me you’re IN control when the joint is OUT of IT and I may select double meat or even throw in a tip. I’m that cool and classy.