lucky strikes.
January 11, 2008
march second, 2007
This is going to be brief… Maybe. I always say that and then I get carried away. We’ll see…
I wanna talk about the snowstorm for a minute. What’s the deal? I got home yesterday and I felt like I had been in fucking Vietnam, smoking Lucky Strikes and listening to Creedence Clearwater Revival. Except without the Lucky Strikes and Creedence Clearwater Revival. And, I suppose there wasn’t any napalm either. So, truthfully, it was nothing like Vietnam. You can go ahead and scratch that comparison.
Then I got all excited because of that old saying “In like a lion, out like a lamb”. And then I realized that was hogwash. Truly. It could be winter until July for all I know.
And there were a few of you who scoffed at my dog sled idea… I bet if I had’ve actually done it, all y’all would’ve been blowing up my phone asking for rides to work and so on. Ha. I win.
And another thing:
I think girls who live in climates that are cold for a sizeable percentage of the year have it “going on” in the conventional sense, particularly when it comes to parties, dancing and other activities that inevitably result in lots of fun. And everybody likes it when girls have fun. What can I say? … We’re a fun bunch.
Now, I can only speak for myself, but I’m ready to wear as little clothing as I can get away with without being arrested and party until 6am and pass out in a park or stumble home drunk in a halter top, cut offs and pink ballet flats. I feel like I need to give a gigantic ”fuck you” to winter. It’s the same reason why you see those assholes saunter around in Bermuda shorts and flip flops in March when there’s still fucking snow on the ground. Yeah… I’m as bad as those guys. Except that my outfit will be waaaaaay cuter. And, somehow, that’ll make it okay. More than okay.
I promise I won’t write anything else about how much I hate winter. But I can’t promise that I won’t write more about how much I love summer. I guarantee I’ll be particularly inspired during the first stretch of days when the temperature is above 32c.
Then your appetite for my blogs will finally be satiated. Wait for it…
