Rain, rain, you’re depressing.

Well that explains why on this rainy craptastic morning that I drove in, while waiting to turn left onto Sixth Avenue from Grant Street, I saw a mailman angrily flip off a truck driver that had parked in front of the William Penn Hotel for a delivery. Mailmen are usually so genial.

I have to say, I feel a little extra bitchy too these last few days. What the hell is up with this weather!? Even Demetrius has had enough and this afternoon, he just went ahead and slapped the word “disturbances” on his map.


There’s not any showers coming … they’re disturbances.

That’s why just yesterday, I said to my friend, “If these disturbances don’t let up, I’m going to lose it.” And she said, “I heard we’re having a few disturbances tomorrow too.” And I said, “Shit.”





2 Comments

  1. Paperback Writer
    May 18, 2006 4:00 pm

    Quick! Someone make a sacrifice to the gods! Who can we kill to appease the gods?



  2. Funky Dung
    May 18, 2006 4:20 pm

    “this rainy craptastic morning”

    I prefer the ring of “craptacular”. ;)