But seriosuly Summer, stop being a hooker.

Where is it going? I'm panicking. August is like four days away, possibly less I'm not checking the calendar because I know it's inching up on me. I'm trying to fit in as much sun and fun in the last days as possible. Today I played at the pool with Chris for a bit, then sat out on my patio and read even though it was terribly hot and sweat continued to drip into my eyes but I knew I had to do it because it's a "summer thing" and I have to do as much as possible, and then I decided to go for a late night bike ride listening to the sweet sounds of the buzz bugs. I think they might be called Cicadas. I prefer buzz bugs. Not long into the ride I realized my front tire was flat. I walked it to the nearest gas station, didn't have four quarters to get air because all I brought was a debit. So I paid the $4.oo atm fee in order to get a $2o so the clerk could give me four quarters. So a dollar air fee turned into $5.00. And then I figured out some little bastard stole the cap on my air thingy (thus the reason it was flat.) I noticed this after I paid. So I filled the tire and rode home very quickly before it went flat again. So like I said, WTF Summer why are you pulling these nasty tricks on me? All I am trying to do is desperately hold onto you for a second longer.
Luckily, I am starting to pull out of my deep, deep depression. My bouts typically last less than 24 hours, I think it's similar to the 24 hour flu thing. I didn't realize you could catch depression, however, hmm that's kinda crazy- is this a pun? I bet I got it at the Farmers Market on Saturday in Omaha, I saw a lot of glum looking fellows sitting at their stands with no customers. But when the stand next to you is Eric's Enchiladas and they're giving away free samples what in the hell does the soap carving man expect? I know my choice, I made it twice, even. Oh speaking of Saturday, it was very nice to see a plethera of my old college pals at Tye and Zach's engagement party. Unfotunately, Kate and I missed the memo on not getting drunk too early and our night ended sooner than we would have liked. I think Chris said we were both a bit sleepy by the time we got to Prestige. Someone may or may not have even fallen out of a booth... Oh well, live and learn, we'll be better for the next engagement party.
But back to researching Facebook Girl. Next chapter I'm thinking either: Life Goals or Facebook as Craigs List- think "Hot boys wanted to help me move. Beer and short shorts included."