I'm Just Screwing With You Now | Winter
| Published Mar 1, 2011
What the hell happened? I see all of your Facebook statuses. You hate me now? You miss summer? Oh yeah, I really adore peeling sunburns and being smacked with the gentle scent of body odor from fat people, too. So I guess I agree with you there. You can’t drive while I’m around? Well, bitches, maybe you should learn to drive in the first place. The ice forced you to slip past that stop sign? Sure. It couldn’t be the distraction caused by texting your friend about how “its totes slippery out right now lol. :p”
So you know what? I’m done. Fuck all of you. My name is Winter, and I’m here to stay. Your wickedly violent car collisions are hysterical, anyway. And god, do I love freezing your snot on your morning walk to class. Go on and enjoy convincing yourself that 45 -degree days are pleasant. You’re on your knees for me, and you know it.
Don’t mess with me. That 75-degree afternoon? You’ve just been punk’d! Jesus Christ, it’s February! You really thought that was me letting spring take over? Keep groaning, you big babies. See what happens next, because I’m just fucking with you now.
The first day of spring is March 20. Until then, suck it up.


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