Monday, June 1, 2009

Since I Currently Have No Creative Writing Skills...

Here's something from July of 2004:

Why I love the summer:

I thoroughly enjoy walking through a film of heat, which we call air, after I spend 25 minutes perfecting my eyeliner and tending to my skin.
I love Saturdays and Sundays when the F train decides it's going to take a shit and have people wait for it to come strolling along every 12-15 minutes. Leaving me in the depths of underground, unventilated hell. Then when I eventually enter the train, the temperature of 54 degrees hits me in the face and almost sends me into shock.

I love the summer. Summer's rad.