What do I love about spring? Well that is very good
question. A very good question
INDEED. It’s a hard choice, but I think
what I like about spring the most is
Nothing.
Everybody says spring is the season of life, but is it
really? Look outside your window and
answer me that. Spring is the most
miserable, cold, muddy, INSUFFERABLE
Wait a moment. I’ve
just been informed by the Google that June is part of spring. I like June.
June is when my birthday is. In
fact, I think June is my favorite month of the whole year. But I hate March.
Ladies and gentlemen, I’m torn.
Why are there five blogs to write now? I barely kept up writing four, and now they’re
dumping another one on top of me? That
is what I call unfair to the hard working middle class in online publishing
such as myself.
Anyway, March is the worst month of the year, and June is
the best, so spring is kind of like Neapolitan ice cream to me: I love one side
but hate the other. To further my
analogy, June is the vanilla, March is the chocolate that is richer than Donald
Trump winning the lottery, and I suppose April would be the strawberry.
Do you want to know what’s nagging me right now? Once I finish this blog, I’ll have four more
to write. Blegh. That’s so blegh.
Blegh.
Let’s just say this better be a one-week only thing, because
guess what? It’s March. I’m hungry, I’m irritable, and I’m
bloating. Actually I’m just
irritable. And hungry.
Do you want to know what I just realized? Those people writing about acts of kindness
that they never even did have to write the same amount of blogs as they always
did!
Dat ain’t right.
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