| Ian the Neologue ( @ 2008-04-11 04:51:00 |
There is absolutely no limit on how seasonal I am. It's ridiculous! If there were any bit of Spring that could be bottled and dosed ("The Pharmacological Implications of Harold and Maude," 2008, Bizarroville), I would be unrecognizably pleasant so much more often. Seasonal Giddiness Upwelling is no less inscrutable than its wintry, anhedonic buddy, and while it is exactly as weird to be happy for no reason as it is to be sad, you would have to be pretty wack to turn down the offer.