It's a Beautiful Day

Spring has officially sprung. It's damn near 80 degrees outside, there's pollen effin' EVERYWHERE (tree sex! aaaaggghhh!), and there's bountiful birdshit on my car (crazy old lady in my apartment complex likes to leave breadcrumbs for the seagulls... I fucking hate seagulls). Oh, and I'm stuck inside working and then writing a bullshit paper on feminism and masculinity studies.

Nevertheless, I am determined to enjoy this weather, especially in light of the fact that this place is usually a frickin' hellswamp of humidity and mud and spores and other various and sundry foulness to which I am allergic (okay, I'm not allergic to humidity and mud, but they still suck). So I'm churning out this paper as swiftly as possible so I can go outside to do my plethora of required reading and scorch my pale, lily white skin and get funky tan lines.

I also kind of have a "hot date" tonight! Things are definitely looking up.