This is not a post about the weather
I can hear crickets tonight. They sound happy and summery with the lights on, but I have a feeling the fuckers will drive me crazy once I try to fall asleep. I can’t wait until it gets hotter and I can hibernate in my air conditioning. Actually, that’s not true. I hate the heat. I hate being sticky or sweaty or covered in humid slime. I hate every conversation starting with some asshole saying “when is it finally gonna warm up?”. Here’s my response: hopefully never. Why can’t it never go below 40 and never above 60 and why can’t there be a thunderstorm at least once a week? How miserably lame am I that I finally have a sliver of peace to sit down and type my words of wisdom and here I sit bitching about the weather? Let’s bring the focus back to crickets.
Smile
Yesterday while transferring clothes from the washer into the dryer, I found a small whitish object in the bottom of the washer. Upon closer inspection I noticed it was a human tooth. I wasn’t really expecting to find a human tooth in my washer, but then again I wasn’t too surprised to find it there.
How much do you miss me?
I miss writing down my sweet little nothings, sealing them up in a bottle and hitting send.
