ANTE MERIDIEM

the only morning better than a september morning in new england is any morning.. in london.


[having only ever been there in the summer, i have yet to experience a september morning in london....i suspect ,however, that once i do, i may never look back... therefore, UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES am i allowed to go there (or anywhere else in the UK, for that matter) in the fall until i am absolutely, unequivocally, categorically certain that i mean it.





[i fucking mean it.]


there is an ice cream truck somewhere in the vicinity, and it's playing 'twinkle twinkle little star' the way that only an ice cream truck could

i've never heard an ice cream truck around here before

it's not even ice cream truck SEASON, for christ's sake


where the hell were you in the when we really needed you ..? .... the sweltering heat... the stifling humidity... those days when walking down the street felt more like walking through an enormous, sweaty ass crack.... why weren't you here then?? who the fuck wants to eat ice cream outside now?, everybody who's outside now is thinking, "i kind of wish i'd worn a jacket," not, "man, i could really go for some ice cream"

sometimes in life, ice cream truck, timing is everything.
and frankly.... your timing fucking sucks