Fled the broiling house (89F) to the sanctuary of the Peace Dale Library. But in my heat-addled delirium, I forgot every single thing I might have used to get work done here. I even forgot ear buds for my iPod. So...here I sit...nothing to do, and in no mood just to read.
I long for central air and heat. And a house that doesn't hold in every scrap of heat, winter and summer.
And, while we're at it, I miss a world where discours de bébé isn't the Cool New Thing, whether you're a teen or in you're fifties. I "has a sad"? "Nom nom nom"? That's "totes adorbs"? Your "selfie" gave me "all the feels"? Really? Seriously? I'm talking about adult, well-read, college-educated people. And no, my generation didn't have anything linguistic to match the ubiquitous idiocy of this slang (though, as I've said, I do not see this as necessarily generational phenomenon).
God, what I genuinely, truly miss a world with at least some semblance of dignity.
Fuck This Shit,
Aunt Beast ("prickly evil")