May 19, 2006 14:42
I've been looking for the sun for about a week now with a back pocket full of hope and zero expectations. Bitch took an extended coffee break and forgot to punch out. I've searched for her, climbed the highest hill, walked the longest mile, and the only thing I caught in return was a headache and a cankle.
I don't know what secrets you've got in your closet or whose body's decomposing under your bed, but baby, you're being missed. We don't pay you to hide your yellows behind a gang of clouds all day lady. You're supposed to sit up there and look cute with your sexy sunglasses and your badly drawn rays.
It's been waterworks for a week and a half now and all I want it to do is quit this raining on my parade. My umbrella is an official member of this summer's wardrobe. Not only that, but fifty-four degrees today is unacceptable. Winter went a that way and I don't know if you know this or don't know this, but you're in the foreground.
The grass is not only green on the other side of the fence, it's green underneath the beer pong tables and half gallon kegs that have been sitting out for a week on end. It's rained that much. I think we all could appreciate a little au natural warmth in our lives right about now. You've only got 5 billion years left to burn, baby. So quit acting like a bitch.