from work, driving by the river, seeing a slew of people biking/running/walking on the river walk, and then all of a sudden that Killers song (Mr. Brightside) starts coming on, and I realize I'm wearing flip flops, capri yoga pants, and a long sleeved sweater that I wanted to remove to reveal the tank top underneath because it was mother fucking high 47F and sunny.
Look, I know that this sounds frigid for some, but I might as well be on a beach.
I sang that song all the way to his work, dancing and playing drums with the wheel while Sofia (who was next to me) was looking at me all weird. And smiling. I COULD NOT stop smiling, getting that absolutely delicious rush of glee.
SPRIIIIINGGGGG!!!!!!!
Tomorrow it may get up to the 50s. I.WILL.DIE.OF.HAPPINESS.
I've been on a fucking high all day. Much needed high.
Life is fucking beautiful.
*PS, this also means that I am in need of a pedicure. Fuck yeah, I love these kinds of warm weather problems!
Move to the south, you'd be high on life constantly!
Nah, it only works the first week or so right after when your eyelids are no longer frozen open when you walk from your car to the house. It causes serious giddiness and glee, but it wanes significantly when the mosquitoes show up.
Move to the south, you'd be high on life constantly!
Nah, it only works the first week or so right after when your eyelids are no longer frozen open when you walk from your car to the house. It causes serious giddiness and glee, but it wanes significantly when the mosquitoes show up.
Look woman, don't you go scaring me now!
I am going to be that annoying one that bitches about how hot and miserable it is, aren't I?