I absolutely love this weather. Only because I don’t see it as “dreary” or “depressing”, but because to me it signifies a cool, clean, fresh-start for the world. It reminds me of London. I love walking downtown when it’s like this outside. It makes me want a Grande Two Pump Cinnamon Dolce Non-fat No Foam Extra Hot Tazo Chai with an Export A-Gold Regular… delicious.
To the bitch on the boulevard who was driving the SLK 350, WAKE THE EFF UP. Its 7:30 am, there ain’t no damn school OR playground zone. You’ve got 100 more horsepower than me, use it. Stupid cunt. I hate people who have exceedingly nice cars and have no idea what they’re doing behind the wheel.
All I know is, tonight I’m getting smashed. It’s my very last weekend of Summer 2008, and starting next weekend, it’s work, school, volunteer, work and some more school. There will be no time for “play”, so I’m gunna jam pack about 4 months of partying into ONE night; tonight. Watch out Calgary, here I come.
And this weekend, I really gotta start packing. I keep putting it off but for sure that isn’t a good idea. The sooner I get this done, the better. God knows the other million things I’ve got to get done before I leave.