I walked two miles on the Levy Trail tonight in 30:35. It's cold. I think our high today was 58°F. I can't tell you how much I preferred global warming to climate change. Fuck, I wish we could get back to global warming, where it's 96 on May 17, or 80 in February. And where ice storms don't break windshields on my cars two years in a row. I'm going to walk everywhere I go from this point forward, and stab anyone who doesn't.
I PLAN TO STAB...
...the next person who says, "These tacos aren't going to eat themselves," or, "This house isn't going to clean itself," or, you know, et al.
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