your summer world
Ok, I just saw the preview for X3 for like, the fifth time, but I just realized-- HOLY SHIT THE JUGGERNAUT IS GOING TO BE IN IT. LAFFY TAFFY MOTHERFUCKER.
I also think it's letter writing time.
Dear Anthony Kedis,
I don't know if you know, but there are, in fact, 49 other states in the Union, and quite a number of countries. I see no reason why every song you write has to be about California. Sufjan Stevens realized the value of diversity, and I think you should too.
Regards, Gisselle
Dear sun,
I hate you.
No love, Gisselle
Dear Florida,
Why do you suck so hard? Ok, the weather's all right from time to time, but then summer comes and it's either unbearably humid or a hurricane's coming. And then all the good concerts never come here- sure, Warped Tour is in Miami this year, and Orlando isn't that far of a drive, but the last Decemberists tour went as far as Atlanta. Now, my geography is pretty wack, but I'm 90% sure that Atlanta isn't in Florida. Plus, there are too many old people. I think they're great, but when they don't want to pay taxes to fund my education and insist on driving even when they're practically dead, well, I have to say something. Additionally, we attract tourists, and as New Yorkers and Californians can attest, they suck. Those states, however, do not have economies built on tourism, while we do. Please, do something, because I've already made up my mind to leave, and young, *~*~smart~*~* people are probably the one resource you can't afford to lose.
No love, Gisselle
Dear sophmore year,
Why are you so far away? Come closer, we need to meet for the first time.
All the love in the world, Gisselle
Dear growing up,
FUCK YOU HARD.
All my hate, Gisselle
I also think it's letter writing time.
Dear Anthony Kedis,
I don't know if you know, but there are, in fact, 49 other states in the Union, and quite a number of countries. I see no reason why every song you write has to be about California. Sufjan Stevens realized the value of diversity, and I think you should too.
Regards, Gisselle
Dear sun,
I hate you.
No love, Gisselle
Dear Florida,
Why do you suck so hard? Ok, the weather's all right from time to time, but then summer comes and it's either unbearably humid or a hurricane's coming. And then all the good concerts never come here- sure, Warped Tour is in Miami this year, and Orlando isn't that far of a drive, but the last Decemberists tour went as far as Atlanta. Now, my geography is pretty wack, but I'm 90% sure that Atlanta isn't in Florida. Plus, there are too many old people. I think they're great, but when they don't want to pay taxes to fund my education and insist on driving even when they're practically dead, well, I have to say something. Additionally, we attract tourists, and as New Yorkers and Californians can attest, they suck. Those states, however, do not have economies built on tourism, while we do. Please, do something, because I've already made up my mind to leave, and young, *~*~smart~*~* people are probably the one resource you can't afford to lose.
No love, Gisselle
Dear sophmore year,
Why are you so far away? Come closer, we need to meet for the first time.
All the love in the world, Gisselle
Dear growing up,
FUCK YOU HARD.
All my hate, Gisselle