Thursday, August 12, 2010

Dearest August.

Dear August,

I don't really know how to say this, but this isn't really working out. At all. The heat, the humidity, the pool's being warm and not refreshing. It's not you - it's me. It's all of us. We are exhausted. Summer's been a total blast. But this is us waving our white flag. Summer, we surrender. We quit. We are so done. So over it. Don't take it personally, we'll call you next February when it's raining and cold and we are ready for some HEAT. But for now we're breaking up. Totally admitting defeat. We're exhausted and again DONE.


Love,

Your flakey summer faithfuls.

No comments:

Post a Comment