Christmas in August
The sky is overcast. The winds pick up speed as the minutes pass. There’s an occasional chill that slowly rolls down your spine. It’s getting colder. It feels like winter, yet summer has another month on its clock.
What the fuck is up with this weather?
For the first time in months, I threw on a sweater, jeans, and my leather jacket. It’s a good thing I left behind my scarf and wool cap, or else I’d look like I was waiting for winter.
What the fuck is up with this weather?
For the first time in months, I threw on a sweater, jeans, and my leather jacket. It’s a good thing I left behind my scarf and wool cap, or else I’d look like I was waiting for winter.
What happened to the sun? What happened to the heat? Fuck, what happened to the humidity which I hate with a passion for what it does to my health and hair?
God, you better hear me out. Give me some decent weather or else I’m converting to some other religion, like Judaism (without the circumcision, of course).
Authored by S at 12:00 pm
5 Comments:
Dear "Convert to Judiasm But Leave the Skin on the End of My Penis" Friend:
We've been basking in the 60-70s much of the summer. It's like the spring that just won't quit. Seldom has it felt like summer this year.
OMG! You're a ninja!!
you look like someone in George Bush's axis of evil.
i know, i'm wearing cords today and a long sleeved hoodie. it's just not right. i should be in shorts and a baby tee, damnit!
In my 17 years in southern Ontario, this summer ranks up there with one of maybe two that was anything approaching bearable.
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