I asked Nick in December whether he would pick a winter made up of only ten-degree sunny days or forty-degree drizzly gray days. He would pick the first one, so would I, I mean, is there even really a choice to be made there? My indomitable spirit will not be crushed by a seven degree windchill when the sky is the most life-affirming, brilliant shade of blue.
At this point, Winter is kind of the creepy kid who hangs around the high school after he graduates, high-fiving the new seniors and schmoozing with the cool teachers. Give up the ghost, Winter. You're not in charge here anymore.
P.S. I need to remember that wearing sunglasses does not make me invisible, and that, yes, people can tell that I'm staring at them.
2 comments:
Cloudy skies and constant drizzle make me depressed in seconds here. It's been raining since yesterday! I hate it.
And if you get those weird, sporty, rainbow oil slick lens glasses people can't tell if you feel asleep. They're just ugly. I am a little paranoid around people that wear them just because they might be starring.
Give up the ghost is the name of my new album. For realz.
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