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Dear Global Warming,
At first, I kind of liked the sound of you... Global WARMing. And at first, you seemed to know what I liked... warmer weather, more oceans and beaches, the idea of LA completley underneath a giant puddle. It sounded kind of like you were working towards my best interests. I really did think we were friends. I mean, this summer was a little warm, but it wasn't nearly as bad as the summer of 2004, which felt like the hottest on record. True, that might have been due to the fact that I had just turned 21 and spent most waking hours of July, August and September hungover. They could have been beer sweats, but I'm pretty sure it was YOU, Global Warming, showing me what you could do. And it was pretty awesome... we all like a little tough lovin' every now and again, and you really gave it to me those two summers, Global Warming. Man, those nights were HOT.
But now, a dark cloud has descended over our relationship.
YOUR dark cloud, in fact. In the past week or so, you have become cold and distant, burying me and my city under ice and snow. I try to talk to you and get you to warm up to me like you have in the past, but you answer with the coldest damned shoulder I have ever seen. My car skids across the road, Global. My knees are bruised from falling on the ice. I counted on you so much to keep me warm at night, I only own one blanket. My space heater can't replace the warmth I have felt from you previously, and I am becoming pale, depressed, and withdrawn. And bruised. It's fucking coooooold, Global Warming. Why?
My friends tell me I misread you, but that can't be true, can it? I really felt like we were kindred spirits. They say that while, yes, you do threaten to put LA underwater as you melt the polar icecaps, there is a good chance you would also put me and MY fair city underwater too. They say that at the very least you bring this strange thing called "seasons" that I, spending my entire live in this area know nothing about. This isn't Spokane, Global Warming, you can't treat me like this and get away with it. I am not your toy.
Please say it isn't true, Global Warming... Stop messing with my friends and I like this. Show me that you love me still and for God's sake come knocking at my frigid door and crawl underneath my covers. Warm me up like only you can, Global Warming. Show me that you still care.
At the very least, tell me you are the warm, caring, LA drowning force I thought you were. I can't bear the thought of these cold nights ahead knowing you are a season-inducing, icy hearted stranger to me, instead of the warm friend and lover I originally believed you to be. Show me I'm not wrong, GW... I'm waiting here for you...
All my love,
Chelsea
At first, I kind of liked the sound of you... Global WARMing. And at first, you seemed to know what I liked... warmer weather, more oceans and beaches, the idea of LA completley underneath a giant puddle. It sounded kind of like you were working towards my best interests. I really did think we were friends. I mean, this summer was a little warm, but it wasn't nearly as bad as the summer of 2004, which felt like the hottest on record. True, that might have been due to the fact that I had just turned 21 and spent most waking hours of July, August and September hungover. They could have been beer sweats, but I'm pretty sure it was YOU, Global Warming, showing me what you could do. And it was pretty awesome... we all like a little tough lovin' every now and again, and you really gave it to me those two summers, Global Warming. Man, those nights were HOT.
But now, a dark cloud has descended over our relationship.
YOUR dark cloud, in fact. In the past week or so, you have become cold and distant, burying me and my city under ice and snow. I try to talk to you and get you to warm up to me like you have in the past, but you answer with the coldest damned shoulder I have ever seen. My car skids across the road, Global. My knees are bruised from falling on the ice. I counted on you so much to keep me warm at night, I only own one blanket. My space heater can't replace the warmth I have felt from you previously, and I am becoming pale, depressed, and withdrawn. And bruised. It's fucking coooooold, Global Warming. Why?
My friends tell me I misread you, but that can't be true, can it? I really felt like we were kindred spirits. They say that while, yes, you do threaten to put LA underwater as you melt the polar icecaps, there is a good chance you would also put me and MY fair city underwater too. They say that at the very least you bring this strange thing called "seasons" that I, spending my entire live in this area know nothing about. This isn't Spokane, Global Warming, you can't treat me like this and get away with it. I am not your toy.
Please say it isn't true, Global Warming... Stop messing with my friends and I like this. Show me that you love me still and for God's sake come knocking at my frigid door and crawl underneath my covers. Warm me up like only you can, Global Warming. Show me that you still care.
At the very least, tell me you are the warm, caring, LA drowning force I thought you were. I can't bear the thought of these cold nights ahead knowing you are a season-inducing, icy hearted stranger to me, instead of the warm friend and lover I originally believed you to be. Show me I'm not wrong, GW... I'm waiting here for you...
All my love,
Chelsea