It's all about the bass...what weather? It's all about the bass...damn weather!
Good day to you, normal people, from rainy Oregoniana!~
Or, should I say Washindiana!
Blah. I love rain. Mostly in Wyoming because it never happened much and then I could go outside and run naked in it. Now...rain is melancholy. We were just talking in the office about how come Indiana does not have bright skies, but they are always somewhat filtered or grey. In the west, I have to wear my sunglasses all the time all year round or face piercing burns and blue eyed blindness. Here...eh. They aren't always necessary. Strange.
If we are going to be stuck in the rain, I think I need one of these:
Things are getting interesting up New York way. Stay tuned. I think both parties are trying to beat out the other party's circus. Oh, the joys of mud slinging. You know what is amusing? I don't recall any election having all these protesters. Is this going to be the way of the new world?
"Oh, pardon me, I don't like you...read my sign." Except, it gets followed by a whack or a punch to the balls. So weird. I have a sign for you...
|I don't like myself? Wait. I think I was |
impostering an idiot for an example.
Soon. We will all be fancying around town and having our feelings on our forehead in black Sharpie. Goodness. Maybe like Elvis....only different.
This new generation that my generation created...is going to be the death of me. It's certain. I think they got really confused with the hippie generation when they actually protested for worthy causes.
But, alas, arguing with idiots is like playing chess with a pigeon. Only funner.