summertime when the livings easy
Ahh, summer. The sweltering heat and my terribly long hair plastered to my sweating back. Ain't this the life? As I relax back onto the disgustingly cushiony lounge chair and sip my martini and watch the light of the sun on the pool glimmer and reflect painfully into my eyes, I am temporarily blinded and transported into the white region commonly known as heaven. And as I contentedly hallucinate, I am approached by all manner of plastic and fakely beautiful beings. And then I realize - everything's a fucking commercial. Everything is trying to sell something. My fucking daydream has become a gap commercial. AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGHGHHHHHH. I have come to the realization that our world is unsafe for me to live in. Launch me to the moon. And there I live happily ever after. Goodnight my preciouses.