I gotta be honest; I'm not the biggest fan of Spring. Each and every grumpy-making, shitty, awful, heart-breaking, up to and including life-ruining thing that has ever occurred during my days on earth did so in Spring. And shut up about coincidence/causation, it gives me a headache. Things happen, I make them happen...what the fuck ever. I'll be more receptive to any "I am the sum of my attitude" conversations in October. Right now I'm pretty much deaf on account of all the sucking. Birdsong and blooms notwithstanding.
And I start jury duty tomorrow. Which I'm excited about, contrary to all things reasonable. However between the lawyer with whom I sleep and the shameful amount of hours clocked watching courtroom dramas, I'm sure I'll pop off with something that will earn me a beating on (or about) the first day. Or I'll be made foreman. Person. BMOC. No, BMOJ. Shit. B"W"OJ. See? Damn.
Fucking Spring.
Posted by Antigeist at May 16, 2005 04:48 PM