I'm moody.
I'm moody and I wanna be moody so just let me be moody, ok? Don't try to fix it.

A couple days ago it was spring for a minute and I remembered what spring was like. I was totally fine with winter until spring came along and reminded me of how cute and perky her little tits are. Bushtits, asshole. I'm talking about birds. The bushtits are out and about and they're tiny and chirpy and on that rogue spring day I watched them flit around whilst they nippled on little bugs in the bark of trees.

What? I said nibbled.

Didn't I?

Ugh. Leave me alone!!

I was fine until spring went away again and reminded me that winter is long and dark and has a very low ceiling.

And I was fine until Valentine's Day reminded me how much I don't care about Valentine's Day.

Because I don't.

But just for fun let's recall that I had an adult friend that called it Valentimes, that actually believed it was pronounced that way, and yes English was her first language, and no, we never corrected her because it was funny as hell. Don't worry, she was hot as fuck. Still is. So it's ok if we make fun of her.

But let's not recall the fun times, not even the valen times, not even Ritchie Valens, because I'm moody and I want to stay moody and that memory is ruining my moodiness.

I'm not smiling.

I'm not! I'm scowling. See? Very serious scowl.

Ugh.

Leave me alone!!

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Give it a try.

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