March 19, 2004
OM GAM GLAM SLAM
The weather was a jukebox today: First, everyone got on the floor for big, whooping snowflakes going every which way but down. Nothing stuck to the ground, no trace in the place. Then, God requested a cool, grey slow jam. After a few minutes of this bullshit, the crowd fought back and demanded a refrigerator's idea of of sunny. As I write, this is what plays.
Posted by Sasha at March 19, 2004 12:23 PM | TrackBack