Global Cooling
Yesterday I was relaxing in a lawn chair in my back yard drinking lemonade and enjoying the warm sunlight when I felt a droplet of sweat roll down my cheek. As I lifted my arm to wipe it away I felt a chilling wind and realized that the warm sunlight was actually a dull haze and that the droplet was not sweat but rather rain. After going back into the house and verifying that it was in fact May 24th, I decided that I should no longer be concerned about global warming.
Today is Kate's birthday. She seemed excited that I sent her a gift, but she said she didn't know exactly what she was going to do with 60 cans of CFC-containing hair spray. I miss her so much that I've started constructing a mannequin to look like her which I can then cover with her shampoo and hand lotion so it will smell like her too. At first I thought it was a slightly nutty idea, but the voices in my head assured me that people do things like this all the time.
My car survived about two-thirds of the drive home from school, and if you're reading this after May 27th, 'my' isn't even the correct possessive pronoun. No sane person (and only the most wasteful insane person) would pay for major surgery on an economy car that is over ten years old, so it's going to get junked. However, I'm still going to drive down to the garage where it is currently being held, take some of my things out, maybe take some pictures, and then spray it with 15 coats of environmentally-unfriendly paint before I sign the title over.
Current Mood: relieved
Today is Kate's birthday. She seemed excited that I sent her a gift, but she said she didn't know exactly what she was going to do with 60 cans of CFC-containing hair spray. I miss her so much that I've started constructing a mannequin to look like her which I can then cover with her shampoo and hand lotion so it will smell like her too. At first I thought it was a slightly nutty idea, but the voices in my head assured me that people do things like this all the time.
My car survived about two-thirds of the drive home from school, and if you're reading this after May 27th, 'my' isn't even the correct possessive pronoun. No sane person (and only the most wasteful insane person) would pay for major surgery on an economy car that is over ten years old, so it's going to get junked. However, I'm still going to drive down to the garage where it is currently being held, take some of my things out, maybe take some pictures, and then spray it with 15 coats of environmentally-unfriendly paint before I sign the title over.
Current Mood: relieved
posted by jester at 11:18 PM
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