Rain, rain, fuck off for another day.

So, the big Bryn Mawr Yard Sale was today, and yeah, the heavens opened up, and the rain hammered down, and god* said, "Maria, I HATE YOU." This was my first yard sale EVER. I freaked out for two weeks, gathering items, pricing them, folding, dusting, making signs, just to have my dreams of getting rid of my useless crap destroyed.

So there. I brought all my crap back in, and I'm going to wait for tomorrow.

watch, there's gonna be a monsoonado/tornsoon or whatever natural disaster that can ruin my day.

fuck it.





*god? What god? If that's really the case, we're all fucked, but until then: NO GODS NO MASTERS NO SLAVES!