So how 'bout that storm last night, eh? Andy and I were watching Queer as Folk and he was going to leave and the fucking door like violently blew open...and he stayed for awhile. After it was over, I took Bella out, and there was a huge ass stick on the porch and the little helicopter things were everywhere. It was pretty ridikalus. I guess 85 mph winds have that affect on trees and whatnot.

I really like thunderstorms. I like to sit outside and watch them roll in and watch the sky turn orange. That's like my favorite. Dad and I used to go outside right before a big storm and he'd convince me to not chicken out and go inside when the thunder got house-shaking loud.

Last night was scary though. I don't like loud wind and tornados tie with floods in my book for scariest weather. Indiscriminate destruction is what that is.

Another thing that pissed me off last night=I turned on the porch light when I took Bella out, within 30 seconds a motherfucking goddamn disgusting stupid awful junebug was flying into the light.

Summer has arrived.