I realize that I live in the Northwest, and that it is morally unacceptable to complain about the weather, ever, no matter what, but there comes a time when you just have to admit that it sucks to be cold, still, after eight months of gray skies and drizzle, and that you really just need for it to stop fucking around and be summer already, because you're sick of all your sweaters and wooly pants and feel stupid wearing them this late in the year anyway, and your cute little summer tops just look lonely and bored hanging there in your closet, pretty much unworn, and for me, that time comes on May 31st at 2:30 pm, PDT.
Thank you.
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