Eat Me, Seasons Or: I'm Feeling Rather Shirty.
So, apparently it's Fall. (Though the Weatherman won't say it.) No warning, no gradual decline, and no waiting until after goddamned Labor Day.
Fucking shit.
Low 70s and raining all into next goddamned week.
There was a time long ago when I'd get excited about the change of season. I'd say carefree things like
"I'm so excited to wear jeans again! School Supplies! Kick Ass! Hey, Halloween is just around the corner! (Ok, this is still kind of cool) and I LOVE the smell of all the leaves!!"
Now I only recognize the creeping pall of gray and cold and wet days to come.
Gone are the halcyon days of new shoes and Back to School.
Well, screw you, Autumn.
I'm NOT putting on a pair of goddamned socks or a long-sleeved shirt until WELL into September. I don't care. I'm taking a fucking stand.
Son of a Bitch, I'm not ready for Winter! It's not fair!
This Summer was too short.
I need to move.
Texas maybe?
I hear Ausitn is pretty kick ass.
LA? I just can't bring myself to do LA— Where everytime a light changes, someone's soul dies. (I used to say "Actor", but no. It's everyone. No one is immune to the soul-eating menace of LA.)
I can't sell my soul for a tan and open-toed shoes.
And yet, one more reason to shake my fist at the Universe.
Is there such a thing as "Disgruntled Elbow"?
(Fun Fact: "Shirty" is a synonym for "Disgruntled".)
Fucking shit.
Low 70s and raining all into next goddamned week.
There was a time long ago when I'd get excited about the change of season. I'd say carefree things like
"I'm so excited to wear jeans again! School Supplies! Kick Ass! Hey, Halloween is just around the corner! (Ok, this is still kind of cool) and I LOVE the smell of all the leaves!!"
Now I only recognize the creeping pall of gray and cold and wet days to come.
Gone are the halcyon days of new shoes and Back to School.
Well, screw you, Autumn.
I'm NOT putting on a pair of goddamned socks or a long-sleeved shirt until WELL into September. I don't care. I'm taking a fucking stand.
Son of a Bitch, I'm not ready for Winter! It's not fair!
This Summer was too short.
I need to move.
Texas maybe?
I hear Ausitn is pretty kick ass.
LA? I just can't bring myself to do LA— Where everytime a light changes, someone's soul dies. (I used to say "Actor", but no. It's everyone. No one is immune to the soul-eating menace of LA.)
I can't sell my soul for a tan and open-toed shoes.
And yet, one more reason to shake my fist at the Universe.
Is there such a thing as "Disgruntled Elbow"?
(Fun Fact: "Shirty" is a synonym for "Disgruntled".)
posted by LC Greenwood at 7:46 AM
2 Comments:
Can't agree there, kiddo. You're telling me that month of 900 degree temps aren't making you drool at the prospect of a long, cool autumn??
Then again, I don't tan, swim, and haven't replaced the sunglasses I lost a year ago... so what the f do I know.
I am of the school of thought that the less clothes one has to wear, the better.
Yes, it gets hot sometimes...but the pain of heat when the sun is shining in the morning is nothing compared to the soul-crushing agony of the gray cold that awaits me at the bus stop in January.
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