The title is an Armenian proverb. Today was an absolute gorgeous day (weather-wise) but I know it won’t last (hence the title-of-doom). Next week it’s supposed to plummet into freezing temps… but I thought hey, let next week be next week and today be today (a real deep relativistic axiom, I know).
So, off to the commercialistic world we ventured. After a tasty bagel sandwich the allure of the Filene’s closing in our local mall was more than I could contain… as I hate shopping for clothes for myself I tend to do it in violent bursts. Actually, I do much in bursts… programming, shopping, writing, playing. Anyways, $250 later I walked away with $500 in new clothes. Sweet! A got a couple great “gig” shirts, too.
And of course with the warmer weather the prostitots (little girls showing more skin above the knee and below the chest than vice versa) were out in full force at the mall. Seeing all the skin, though, reminds me I have to get my white whale-flesh outside and start sweat-burning the endless lipo-laden sundries I shove into my piehole. [why don't I talk like a normal person?]
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