Changes-Tupac

So fall is here.
Yuckville.
I am sooooooo anti.
It's so odd though, this is the first year since I was like 6 that I am not going back to school come September. What a beautiful thing.
Oh summer, how I shall miss you.
I feel I took you for granted.
Never thanked you for your perfect nights where I could leave the house wearing only the skimpiest of dresses.
I went to the beach only once. What a waste.
I'll miss your hot sun that tanned me to a golden shade of brown ( p.s. did you know that the deeper the tan, the skinnier you look? Trust me.).
And my poor hair. It looks so much prettier with kisses from the sun.
And hands! You are so much healthier in the summer! Not dried and cracked from the extreme cold.
Oh! And immune system! You are so much stronger in the summer!
Flip flops; is there anything more comfortable than you? You show off my neon purple pedicure and never cut blisters into my heels. You will have to be retired to the depths of my closet. I'll think of you often.
Waaaah...
Fall.
I hate you.
It's not personal, it just means that Winter is on it's way.
Winter.
Bitch!
I don't want to wear long pants that cut into my waist and make me feel fat!
Although I love boots, I don't have the energy (or funds) right now to search for that perfect pair.
Long sleeve shirts : I'm sorry, you're just not as cute as your tank top counterparts.
Heating bill: why must you be such a pain? Why must I crank you up to 90 degrees just to unfreeze?
Coat. You are fucking annoying. When I go out to the clerrrb, where do I put you? I have to pay someone to babysit you in the coatroom. Such a waste!
I suppose I could focus on the good thing's that the change of season brings...
wait...I'm drawing a blank...

Well, there is Pumpkin Pie.