And you think you’re S.A.D.

Global warming sucks. There. I said it. I am sick and tired of 50 mph winds, random and drastic temperature fluctuations, and the inability of anyone to predict the weather to within 10 degrees from one day to the next. I know, the weather changes radically constantly in places like the mountains of western NC. But really. If you call yourself a meteorologist and announce the next day is going to be in the lower 70’s and the high is MAYBE 63 in the sun and out of the wind you should really place your degree back in the Cracker Jack box, turn in your toupee and go back to the adult film industry. Gay porn misses you and wants you (on your) back. Conversely, I am constantly duped by the weather man and proceeded from the house kilted up for the day. It was no problem, I have often thought my nuts would look better behind my ears. I don’t know. There is supposedly a chance of a ‘wintry mix’ this weekend. I know it is still March, but what the hell? It was 76 friggin degrees yesterday. I am baffled. I almost makes me think there is a god and he/she is delighting in watching my weenie shrink up to about a dollars worth of quarters. (Thanks to my spiritual advisor Colin for that reference.) I guess it helps I am off tonight. I am gonna drink a beer and stay under a blanket.
Also, I discovered facebook the other day. Fun! Also, I have decided this blogging thing isn’t as silly as I once thought. I mean, it’s silly and all, but I might stick with it.