I bought a camera yesterday. I named it Silver. My mom said Silver Rec but I don't like long names so I decided to shorten it to Silver. Silver and I are going to go on many adventures together. Silver is going to help me do things like make videos and take pictures and even get over my fear of using a camera in public. Silver is going to be my bestest bestest friend foreverest because Silver is just that awesome.
In other words, I am very happy with my purchase.
The incoherent ramblings of someone with crippling anxiety and the attention span of a monkey on steroids who's been dumped in the south pacific and told to make a new life for herself by eating plants and trying to make sense out of nonsense which is probably what you're doing as you read this. Also cute dog pictures.
Showing posts with label weather. Show all posts
Showing posts with label weather. Show all posts
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Daily Story 189 - The Seasons Are Confused
Mr. Angry lives in Melbourne, Australia. Australia is headed into winter. I, on the other hand, live in Crested Butte, Colorado. It is in the northern hemisphere, therefore it is headed into summer. And yet, I am the one with the snow outside, and Mr. Angry has told me it doesn't snow in Melbourne. I have a more hardcore winter than he does.
I remind him of this every chance I get.
I remind him of this every chance I get.
Friday, April 22, 2011
Daily Story 87 - A Letter
Dear Montana,
Please make up your mind. Do you want the weather to be so cold that I'm shivering nonstop even though I'm wearing so many layers my armpits are sweating up a storm? Or do you want to melt all the snow on the ground with your rainstorms? Please choose one and stick with it so I don't have to constantly adjust my routine to fit the weather patterns. If you can't decide, then I'll decide for you. Repeatedly. With a knife. In your face.
All the best from your very bestest friend,
Junodog
Please make up your mind. Do you want the weather to be so cold that I'm shivering nonstop even though I'm wearing so many layers my armpits are sweating up a storm? Or do you want to melt all the snow on the ground with your rainstorms? Please choose one and stick with it so I don't have to constantly adjust my routine to fit the weather patterns. If you can't decide, then I'll decide for you. Repeatedly. With a knife. In your face.
All the best from your very bestest friend,
Junodog
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