(Photo By Joe Schumacher)
Dear Mr. Sun,
I'm frikkin' dying here.
Light deprivation SUCKS.
I can't motivate to do anything.
Like, for real, absolutely nothing.
I can't bake, or clean, or bitch about shitty household products without considering putting a razor blade to my wrist.
Even my fucking plants are having difficulty with photosynthesis, you rat bastard.
I mean, seriously, it's still frikkin' August and on Tuesday we had the coldest day, for this time of year, since 1911! What the FUCK do you think you're playing at muthafucka?
Is this how they live in Seattle, Mr. Sun? 'Cause, that's fucked up.
Fuck you very much,
Brooklyn Bitch
1 comment:
for serious. sing it.
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