The Fickle Moods of Clevelanders

Oh my god, I know! It's so cold! We're all so cold, and wet, and it's gray and it sucks and what the fuck.

I think Twitter is the equivalent of conversations you have with cashiers at grocery stores. (if grocery store clerks talked about sex and foursquare a lot)

Listen, remember two days ago? When it was 80 degrees and beautiful, and you were all running and biking, and there were no dead bodies/deer on the side of 90 or mining disasters?

Oh, you don't remember, do you? Because you are apparently incapable of remembering anything that happened beyond the last 24 hours. It's like the same genetic instinct that helps us survive winter storms by forgetting their existence actually keeps us ungrateful towards Spring. Here, have a reminder. You will get this again. Probably in a week. Then once again you will wish you didn't have a job and that someone would pay you to just go into old buildings all the time, or write pithy commentary about tv shows.

A Clevelander's Pictorial Guide to Spring

First, you saw this, and were reminded of your childhood. And talked about it incessantly.

Then you saw this, and spent about twenty minutes taking pictures of the same flowers that the rest of the country was taking pictures of. Which coincidentally are the same pictures you took last year.

Then you remembered this color.

And this happened.



Which naturally led to this.

Have some faith people.