Ah, the warmth of the sun and the cool of the breeze. The warmth before the discomfort of muggy and sticky of the middle of the Summer. Can we just dwell on how much I'm in love with this weather.
...and lo and behold...with Springtime comes reproduction. Yes, trees, I'm talking to you.
Now, I don't want to be rude, but who in the mother fuck said it was cool for you all to sperm your yellowy-powdery reproductive dust upon my entire body and everything I am wearing, hmm? I woke up this morning and stepped outside onto the balcony of my dorm and looked across campus (a 10th floor view can be quite useful) and saw a cloud. No, not rain clouds, or fluffy clouds to shade me from the sun's blaring beams...a thick, hazy, and yellow cloud...dusty...dangerous. Pollen.
Yo Summer, I respect you and Ima let you finish, but if you were going to steal Spring's months, you could have AT LEAST taken away the pollen and NOT be five billion degrees. I wouldn't have complained...wait...yes I would have. HA
