I think:
It's really funny when environmentalist groups on campus hand me pieces of paper. It's like. Oh yeah? Well, I'm in the Jewish Ping Pong Club, have a paddle made of bacon. Anyway. The weather is like a crayon in the box that you only use for really specific things or else it sucks. Like the color that looks just like Caucasian skin. "Cracka", I think it was called. It's good if your trying to only be sort of satisfied. That is, unless you want to sit around watching movies, or listening to sad folk music. Like Peter & the Wolf. Thats what I've been doing, and it's great.
It's grey. It's bipolar. It needs a hot pink shirt from 1983 and some lithium. Maybe it needs self-esteem. Cheer up, weather. Have a flier. About how to save you. Listen to old iron and wine songs with me. Love me.
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