Helter Swelter. Posted 06/09/2008 07:32 AM by cmonks
in I Got Pac Man Fever.
It's very hot. Maybe not where you are, but it is here. Sweaty hot. And maybe you don't want to spend your five minutes of alloted internet time reading me complain about the heat, but I don't really care. It's not my fault you're in jail. No, you made your cake and now you must sit in it. Or something. I'm bad with metaphors. Is that even a metaphor? Whatever. I'm hot. Had to put in the ACs this weekend. Yeah, you're probably wondering what I have to complain about given I have air conditioning, but just drop it okay? Whether I have air conditioning or not has nothing to do with it. It's hot. Simple as that. Yes, I suppose I should consider myself fortunate to have AC when it's so hot, especially when I'm not a convicted felon, locked up in some grimy prison cell, but my life is much more complex than it looks. I have a ton on my plate. And I worry I won't have room for dessert. It would probably melt anyway. How disappointing would that be? Melted dessert. Great. Now I'm depressed. Thanks a lot. Haven't you done enough already? Jeeze. When is all that rehabilitation supposed to kick in? That's what prison is for, right? You should at least make a show of it, you know, for the parole board and whatnot. All right, that's it: I'm through. It's hot. End of story. Say hi to the Aryans for me. Losers.
This post is dedicated to Arvydas Sabonis.
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It's very hot. Maybe not where you are, but it is here. Sweaty hot. And maybe you don't want to spend your five minutes of alloted internet time reading me complain about the heat, but I don't really care. It's not my fault you're in jail. No, you made your cake and now you must sit in it. Or something. I'm bad with metaphors. Is that even a metaphor? Whatever. I'm hot. Had to put in the ACs this weekend. Yeah, you're probably wondering what I have to complain about given I have air conditioning, but just drop it okay? Whether I have air conditioning or not has nothing to do with it. It's hot. Simple as that. Yes, I suppose I should consider myself fortunate to have AC when it's so hot, especially when I'm not a convicted felon, locked up in some grimy prison cell, but my life is much more complex than it looks. I have a ton on my plate. And I worry I won't have room for dessert. It would probably melt anyway. How disappointing would that be? Melted dessert. Great. Now I'm depressed. Thanks a lot. Haven't you done enough already? Jeeze. When is all that rehabilitation supposed to kick in? That's what prison is for, right? You should at least make a show of it, you know, for the parole board and whatnot. All right, that's it: I'm through. It's hot. End of story. Say hi to the Aryans for me. Losers.