If you're out of barbed wire, I'll have peanuts.
It's been raining practically all day. Not the polite, sprinkling kind of rain, either, but the kind that comes down sideways and goes down the gutter like a waterfall. It was coming down so hard that it popped a pool floatie.
When you look out the window from inside the house, it looks like it should be freezing cold outside, because the sky is this bleak gray color, and all the trees have water falling from them, and the water is just collecting in puddles everywhere, and on the screen like icicles. But when you open the door, you get hit by this massive wave of heat. Except it's not really that hot, it's just humid, and the air is sticky and hard to breathe. It's like the fucking rainforest from Jurrasic Park, and you'd think a pterodactyl was about to swoop down out of the sky and swallow you whole, despite the fact that you taste like tofu & eucalyptus lotion.
Despite the fact that it was raining like mad, and it barely went thirty seconds without a big boom of thunder, there were still idiots out golfing. Because it's father's day, and that's what everyone does; they golf, even in a torrential fucking downpour. I sat outside for about two hours while reading, and it was really calming, because of the rain, until some retarded golfer would try to take a shortcut over the trees in my backyard every once in a while.
I got the book at Vintage View this morning, because they were open and it was raining like shit. I also founf these really awesome red sunglasses that are far too big for my face, but I liek them anyways. The book I got was Dry by Augusten Burroughs, the guy that wrote Running With Scissors. It's a really amazing book, because it's so personal, and it's a memoir about his life, not just about some random character. I devoured the damn thing in 2 hours. It's about how went to rehab for alcoholism, had his best friend die of AIDS, and then fell in love with this crackhead guy named Foster, who is actually a pretty cool character. I love reading books that have absolutely nothing to do with my life, but you can still tell that they are important to the person who wrote it. I absolutely love how Augusten writes & I really recommend the book to practically anyone, except for sheltered homophobic children who like books with no plotline.
And who doesn't like a book with a quote like 'The zebras fuck'?
When you look out the window from inside the house, it looks like it should be freezing cold outside, because the sky is this bleak gray color, and all the trees have water falling from them, and the water is just collecting in puddles everywhere, and on the screen like icicles. But when you open the door, you get hit by this massive wave of heat. Except it's not really that hot, it's just humid, and the air is sticky and hard to breathe. It's like the fucking rainforest from Jurrasic Park, and you'd think a pterodactyl was about to swoop down out of the sky and swallow you whole, despite the fact that you taste like tofu & eucalyptus lotion.
Despite the fact that it was raining like mad, and it barely went thirty seconds without a big boom of thunder, there were still idiots out golfing. Because it's father's day, and that's what everyone does; they golf, even in a torrential fucking downpour. I sat outside for about two hours while reading, and it was really calming, because of the rain, until some retarded golfer would try to take a shortcut over the trees in my backyard every once in a while.
I got the book at Vintage View this morning, because they were open and it was raining like shit. I also founf these really awesome red sunglasses that are far too big for my face, but I liek them anyways. The book I got was Dry by Augusten Burroughs, the guy that wrote Running With Scissors. It's a really amazing book, because it's so personal, and it's a memoir about his life, not just about some random character. I devoured the damn thing in 2 hours. It's about how went to rehab for alcoholism, had his best friend die of AIDS, and then fell in love with this crackhead guy named Foster, who is actually a pretty cool character. I love reading books that have absolutely nothing to do with my life, but you can still tell that they are important to the person who wrote it. I absolutely love how Augusten writes & I really recommend the book to practically anyone, except for sheltered homophobic children who like books with no plotline.
And who doesn't like a book with a quote like 'The zebras fuck'?