
It's raining. Again. For the eleventy billionth time this summer.
You know what though? For all my bitching, I actually like rain. I think it's pretty, especially when everything's all green and fresh-looking, like the city had been put through the wash cycle with Tide with Bleach. I just like it a little better when we've had nothing but sunshine and warmth for at least a week.
I'm bored. Earlier I came up with the awesome idea of inventing my own drink. I want to call it The Desperado (you have to say it like there's italics automatically)...It just sounds cool. I have no idea what liquor I'd actually put in it, but I think with a name like The Desperado, it should taste badass, with a slight hint of danger and loneliness. It'd be a drink that Dirty Harry would drink. It'd be something Chuck Norris would order after kicking some ass. It'd be the epitome of awesomeness.
It should have its own aftershave.