the air is heavy and the stench is shitty
pollution's blowin' and my eyes are all gritty
can't concentrate so i'm writing this ditty
i gotta eat something but i don't want a bit 'e
my brain is in meltdown and it sure ain't pretty
...eh, sod off.
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Come to South Georgia, I'll feed you a lemon slush and we can sit in the theoretical breeze.
we should come visit you.
indeed.
we'll take the Midnight Train.
Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to go spend the entire month out of town, then.
but, but, at least you are not stuck here in the plains where the only thing crazier than the wingnuts is the weather.
ugh, i wish i had to write a post about moving to NYC rather than Wichita.
Have you tried a cold shower? The coolness doesn't last for long, but it's a nice reprieve. Also, putting feet in a pot of cold water works wonders. A thought just hit me ~ it would be even better to add ice.
I hear your pain.
The temp has been out of control. My apartment hasn't been below 80 or 85 in... hell... a week and a half? Maybe longer. Third floor. No AC. Windows facing east. Right next to the laundry room.
Hell.
Bloody hell.
oh my god, i went the first couple of summers here without A.C., or with minimal, ineffective A.C. I have -no- idea how. that sucks, Roy.
and yeah, though, all things considered, i probably wouldn't rather be in Wichita. sorry, SW.
Seattle, maybe. or the Bay Area. or Vancouver.
actually right now it's raining (finally).
AL: August is usually worse.
i'm gonna go visit the folks for the birthday trip, i suppose. i -might- get out of town for the weekend in a couple of weeks.
but yeah, i'm wishing i had some little cottage by the sea to get away to, or something like that.
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