New England has been a gorgeous, unparalleled paradise for the last week, of warm sun, cool breezes, striking sunsets, and a temporary ebbing of the inevitable grasp of misery that consumes us all.
So take that, ya fahckin queeahs.
I'll fuckin' remember dis shit when I'm on deh beach in January, snappahhead.
It's been really nice here, actually, because the temperature dropped to 93 F (34 C) this week, and I'm not even being facetious about it being a nice change. Soooo much better.
Yeah, San Diego feels like San Diego again, and not Tucson. It's like somebody pulled the string on the sun and it lowered a bit. Just a bit, now, we can't be fucking greedy.
In completely unrelated news, I just got drunk dialed by my best friend from high school who now lives in Lubbock. He says he's fine, and that he's the designated driver for the night.
He isn't fine. He only calls me at night when he's drunk and wants to talk random baseball stats. Now I'm fucking worried about him.
And then all human feelings I had were suddenly dashed when I saw a new mother complaining on Facebook about how she hates taking care of her baby and how it's literally the worst thing ever. Of course, I wasn't about to go into a diatribe about how mortal children do not spring fully grown from your vagina and walk right into fucking Harvard, and that next time she should use a fucking rubber, because everybody else beat me to the punch. That, and I didn't want to field the classic, "YOU DON'T HAVE KIDS SO YOU DON'T KNOOOOOWWWW" No, I don't know, but it's not exactly a secret that newborns take a considerable amount of work that she was clearly unprepared for. I especially liked the part where she bitched that her boyfriend wasn't home to help full-time like she was, because you know, he works. Hopefully, she'll come out of the funk and have an enjoyable experience as a mother in due time, because I can only imagine how overwhelmed she is. I'd hate to have something happen to her, but at the same time, I also want to slap the shit out of her.