Clearly, they want their teeth knocked out.
Friday, July 17th, 2009If I hear one more person say, “Yeah, but it’s a dry heat!” like it’s a good thing one more time when I make a comment about how stifling this motherfucking weather is, I’m going to knock them on their ass and make them cry for their mama.
What the hell does that mean, anyway? Hello, I’m a moron who thinks that if I tell you… oh, don’t worry, it’s not humid so it’s not so bad… the extreme temperatures are suddenly no big deal? Is it supposed to make me feel better that it’s 110 freaking degrees outside and you can’t touch the steering wheel in your car without singeing the skin off the palms of your hands? Does it miraculously transform the shiteous temperature into a pleasant thing?
It’s one of the dumbest things I’ve ever heard. Usually, the idiot speaking that moronic cliche says it with good humor and a big grin, as if it’s some kind of great joke that all of us desert dwellers share.
It’s not. It’s not a big fucking joke.
This kind of weather is the epitomy of miserable. Why anyone would willingly choose to condemn themselves to this sort of hell is completely out of their mind.
But that’s just my humble opinion. Everyone else looks at me like I have a plum-sized boil exploding pus in the middle of my forehead when I tell them that cool weather and cloudy skies is my forecast of choice. What, like that’s so hard to believe?
I’m a vampire. Didn’t you know?
Current Mood:
Angry