The sky hates me. Evidence:
Today I walked to school early, pretty chipper about my work motivation, when I felt something SPLATTER on my backpack and sweater. Yes, a bird had pooped all over me. There is something cosmically unjust about getting suddenly hit from above.
Later on in the day I decided to take a jog to celebrate the amazing weather when out of nowhere the skies erupted into a torrential downpour. Twenty minutes after I had skipped out my door I was trudging back past the whistling men, this time completely soaked.
Tonight I will be dancing to this and forgetting about the falling sky:
I am also currently on a facebook strike, so I have been reading the news much more then I normally do. Health care, yay, Sarkozy dropping his climate plans, definite nay.
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