Blog: i guess i'm floating

As I was driving from Southie back to Brighton last night, the always-dependable big-ass outdoor bank clock/thermometer/distraction graced me with an abysmal nightime reading of 28°F. Where the F did the summer go? I swear last time I checked I was lying on a beach in Santa Monica soaking up 90° rays of white bliss. The kind of sun that would boil a redhead in five-flat. I'm not ready for this whole "winter wonderland" crap (unless it means another Sufjan Xmas album), I'd rather plug up my insides with twigs and berries and sleep for four [...]

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