I wish it would just hurry the fuck up.
Which is funny, since I'm in no hurry to be getting all these imperfect body parts out in the open, they look bad enough in a covered state lately, as it is.
Still, I want the heat on my skin and an excuse to wear sunglasses without making a pretentious fashion statement about the blinding darkness of human society.
Granted, the sun part is already starting to come around, but it's bone-chillingly cold nonetheless.
Which is great for a crisp run in the pre-morning air, but starts grating on my nerves by noon at the latest.
There always seem to be so much more open doors and branching roads during summertime, so much more suspense and possibilities.
Well, I guess it's no surprise that warm-blooded animals would associate climbing temperatures with opportunity.
To turn up the heat in the spirit of skinny love, I'm leaving you with a few more sexy-skinny images of Evan Rachel Wood, whom I like despite never quite getting over the fact that Manson has taken a lover of my exact same age who isn't me.
Midlife crisis is a powerful thing, as "Eat Me, Drink Me" can attest to.
I attended a Manson concert not too long ago, where in good old tradition he set afire a bible while performing one of his songs.
"My god", I said to the person accompanying me, "Marilyn Manson burning bibles on stage, I'm feeling young again!" "So's he, probably", he replied.
In any case, on the subject of Wood?
That incredibly Hammy performance she puts in as True Blood's Sophie Ann LeClerc is something one just has to love.
