Rain, 52 Degrees

WHAT THE FUCK, JUNE. WHAT THE FUCK. ABOUT TO LOSE MY DANG MARBLES OVER ALL THIS RAINNNNNNNNNNNNNNN.

Okay.

Seriously, though, this seems to happen every year, don't it? Springtime in Portland is soggy and horrible and lasts too long. Really. We usually go from Autumn to Summer in an indistinguishable sweep of gray. DOWN WITH GRAY. Get up, Sun, get up! It's a new day.

Two weeks and one day of no cigarettes, rah rah siss boom bah! Go, Little Emma, go.

Oh, hi, I didn't see you there. By: Eris Yo, via.