Pollen, you are killing me
So trees, you are my enemy in the spring. You make me feel horrible. You make the Boy's eyes so red and itchy that it looks like he's been toking up on a jumbo blunt. You make hives appear on my legs and arms. You are cruel and it must stop. I cannot get anything done for lo, I have the headache from beyond the pale. My eyes burn and itch. It is enough. We all suffer for the pretty flowers that you spread before us each spring. Flowers that do not last long enough to even make a dent in the hell you are causing the populace.
In the meantime, I will stay holed up in my little tiny home, only 1/2 the size of Mariah Carey's closet, that bitch, and I will pretend that trees are pretty and good for the environment and I do not have the desire to grab a chain saw and cut every damn one down so I can breathe again. Stumble It! JBlog Me