vulgarweed: (hamster_by_roseinshadow)
vulgarweed ([personal profile] vulgarweed) wrote2007-10-05 02:05 pm
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Two Minute Hate.

Attention: Summer.


GET. THE. FUCK. OUT.

90F tomorrow? NOT acceptable.


Look, I know we've never gotten along. I've tolerated having my birthday stuck in the middle of you my whole life and I think I have generally been polite about it. But frankly, you've become especially loathesome lately: hot, muggy, rainless, and relentlessly too fucking bright. All that harsh yellow sunlight for weeks on end uninterrupted? NOT pretty. It's tacky, monotonous, dreary, and about as pleasant as a the visual equivalent of a car alarm that won't stop.

I can understand how you might be a little bit confused, because the Cubs are still playing (and still losing) but it is NOT July. It is October. You wore out your welcome in August. GO. AWAY.

No love,
Me.

PS: Weather gods - if you want to make it up to me, let's have lots of deep fluffy snow this year. I've been feeling pretty ripped off the last couple.

[identity profile] vulgarweed.livejournal.com 2007-10-05 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Mmmmm, yes, that looks VERY nice.
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[identity profile] isiscolo.livejournal.com 2007-10-05 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Brrr! I'm not ready yet for sub-freezing nights.

However, I am with you in wanting lots of snow this winter. I just bought weekday passes for our local ski area.

[identity profile] vulgarweed.livejournal.com 2007-10-05 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Ooooo.

I've never gone skiing. I do want to try it someday.

I just love to walk in it and play in it and look at it. Every time it snows part of me turns 7 years old again. :D
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[personal profile] fyrdrakken 2007-10-08 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Same here. I think in part it's because snow is so rare in Dallas -- we get it maybe twice a winter -- that it has that indelible association with days off work and school (because the only people living here that know how to drive on icy roads are transplanted Yankees), trying to make snowballs or snowmen with a mere four inches of accumulation, and watching the backyard get blanketed with white...