"Hey, um, God...it's me, Satan..."

Aug 10, 2004 21:33

The episode of South Park where Satan's gay lover Chris gets repeatedly killed by Saddam Hussein is amazing. I'm so glad me and Nick picked up the 2nd-4th seasons, that shit makes me laugh incessantly. Got called into work today, only had to work for 4 hours, which was nice. Well, now that the mundane banter about my day is over with, I've decided I'm going to go on somewhat of a rant here... bear with me...

So closer to the beginning of this summer/spring I noticed that this summer was goig to be a summer in which the Cicadas are out every night. In case someone is reading this and thinking "What the hell is a Cicada", let me explain...Cicadas are these really huge insects that only come out druing the hot portions of the year and make those loud ass noises that you hear coming from outside while you're trying to sleep/watch TV/masturbate, whatever your groove is. Anyway, the funny thing about Cicadas is that the only come out once every ten years, thats how long it takes for their larvae to pupate under the ground. And those noises are full grown cicadas, hatching and looking for a mate to make new little babay cicadas with and bury the eggs underground, hence repeating the process for the next ten years. Thats why the summer every ten years that the cicads come out to mate is known as the "Summer of Love". Apparently it has something to do with the perfect amount of climate and geological and temperate issues just naturally giving a certain amount of pheromones to all living creatures, making it an apt time for mating. So, knowing this, I figured I'd just sit back and see whatever comes my way, should the "summer of love" choose to send me something...but here it is close to fall, and I ain't got shit. Basically what I'm saying is "Where the hell is my Cicada!". I mean, I don't want to lay my eggs in someone and have them gestate underground for ten years, I was just hoping for a little female compassion this summer and now that summer is over I get the feeling that I'm going to be alone for the rest of the year, and that might be what I need with all the stuff I'm going to have to do this fall and winter, but it isn't necessarily what I want. Fate is a bitch, isnt it...
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