Speaking of the idiotic so-called "winter" here on the west coast. Right now i've had it with everything in my yard. Especially the grey sky. And definitely with looking out my window every morning and see ugly naked trees, grey gravel and disgusting spots of snow on the ground.
I love snow. But not when it's moist and a few degrees above zero! Fucking grey world. This awful picture of the ugly view from my window makes me want to puke right now. It's so ordinarily disgusting, city-like. For the very first time i can understand why everyone takes vacation somewhere in the south. But there's a small difference between me and them. I don't mind the winter, it's the autumn. And i know it's March, it should be winter, but it's fucking autumn outside.
Anyway, speaking of that ordinarily, disgusting, city-like... the view from my window.
Do you know what it reminds me of? It reminds me of a bicycle road by the football field, scribbled trams, food stamps at the supermarket, people who walk with their perambulators on a narrow asphalt road, past some streetlight, half-modern ugly buildings, scraps of bubblegum on the pavement and bright wooden parquettes.
Those kinds of places where i expect to see people who make me think "I would never want his/her life."
Yes. It's true. The view from my window reminds me of all that. Maybe you understand now that it makes me want to puke? I want to escape the country during the autumn. And come back when it's winter/spring/summer again. When things aren't so terribly depressing.
I love snow. But not when it's moist and a few degrees above zero! Fucking grey world. This awful picture of the ugly view from my window makes me want to puke right now. It's so ordinarily disgusting, city-like. For the very first time i can understand why everyone takes vacation somewhere in the south. But there's a small difference between me and them. I don't mind the winter, it's the autumn. And i know it's March, it should be winter, but it's fucking autumn outside.
Anyway, speaking of that ordinarily, disgusting, city-like... the view from my window.
Do you know what it reminds me of? It reminds me of a bicycle road by the football field, scribbled trams, food stamps at the supermarket, people who walk with their perambulators on a narrow asphalt road, past some streetlight, half-modern ugly buildings, scraps of bubblegum on the pavement and bright wooden parquettes.
Those kinds of places where i expect to see people who make me think "I would never want his/her life."
Yes. It's true. The view from my window reminds me of all that. Maybe you understand now that it makes me want to puke? I want to escape the country during the autumn. And come back when it's winter/spring/summer again. When things aren't so terribly depressing.
