All the Elms in the World Must Die
Yesterday was beautiful. I bit too beautiful for me, to be honest—I would prefer that the temperature never go above 69°F, so the clear skies and sunshine and warmth were a bit too much for me to handle.
Today was not beautiful. Today will always be remembered as the day it rained, then snowed, and then the world ended. Because pollen counts suddenly surged into the KILL! KILL! KILL! range, and everyone was smothered by their own spit and mucus. Oh, wait, maybe that was just me.
Drugs, please.
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April 17th, 2008 at 12:49 pm
I hereby attest to the extreme miserableness of Sean because of evil tree sex. Fortunately, I am totally immune to such.