Where the Hell did July go?

This summer is slipping by in a series of lost evenings at Iggy's, hella hot days, and exploding kitty asses. Yes, there is a story behind that last one. No, I'm not going to explain it. Suffice to say, I rock as a roomie.

Note to all NYC Men

Never ever try to pick me up at 3:00 am on the subway.