Rain’s fun, I admit that. I used to think that I like rain. I used to think I had this special connection with rain and all the weird new agey hippie associations. I used to be a big loon. Hee hah. That was a handful of years ago.

I don’t hate rain. I still think rain is fun.

I’m just reminded that downpours aren’t fun when you aren’t expecting /prepared for them. My pants were wet all the way up to my butt. MY BUTT!! And no folks, that isn’t something kinky or depraved. My first priority was saving my bag.

I’m mother fucking thankful that I didn’t have Sidhe, the powerbook with me today.

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