The Life and Times...

I was just thinking on my ride over to Leveres' house that it's been about a year that I've been posting on Insult. I remembered this because I was remembering how it was just about that time in the year when it started to get really nice out, and was navel gazing weather again. We're not there yet, but I've seen precursers of that happening again, such as people wearing obviously too little clothing in an attempt to rush the season. On the ride over I also remembered getting yelled at for being happy that it was navel gazing weather, but that didn't matter so much, because I was so happy that it was navel gazing weather again. I love navel gazing weather, and if you can't love me for that, you can f-f-fa-fa-fa-fuck off.

Spring time is fucking fantastic, the whole deal. You've got warm, but not too warm weather, everything is growing and coming to life, and people are shedding their clothing. How can you hate that, I mean, really? So, bring on the navel gazing weather, kids, let's crank this fucker up, and come April 29th on mamma Insult's first birthday I'll be a happy man. Not that I'm not happy now, I could just use some nicer weather. My body is all fucked up with it getting dark later, I had no idea that it was 8pm already. Fuck daylight savings time. Well, then again no, it's a nice signifier of better things to come.

Here's to warm weather, and here's to momma Insult.

Peace, kids.