An Ode to Global Warming
Ok, not so much an ode as it is me basking in the fact that the ozone layer is slowly eroding and yet I can’t help but smile and think how glorious things are, because really golfing in March? Makes me so bat shit fucking happy that I use the words ‘shit’ and ‘fucking’ in less than 3.8 seconds.
It’s days like today that make me yearn for my reefs after a pedicure f and watching the skank ass sisters of ‘A-Chi-Ho’ relaxing on the quad. A lovely evening of smoking in the Letts-Anderson Quad and drinking margaritas outside at Guapos.
I miss it and I’ll always miss it.
But yesterday with the prospect of the earth blowing up due to increased green house gases and a belly full of Flat Top Grill and Sapporo, I smiled and felt perfectly ok with things. Obviously a sign of seasonal affective disorder, but I’ll just take it for what it is because it’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood.
Now off to purchase a kayak, a plane ticket and a Big Bertha. Hell, I might even throw in a spring themed Coach wrislet. Everyone needs a little pink and sun in their lives. Enjoy.