Fuckin Oatmeal

it looked like it was spring around here, then all of a sudden it flashed back to winter. maybe there's something in the weather patterns. the bate and switch almost. as though we get comfortable in the spring time and then suddenly the winter affects us as being a thousand times more severe, despite it being only a slight drop. ya know, the more i travel, the more i realize all the clues to life are sitting around the corners, on the street, in the trees. it's only a matter of taking the time to slow down and notice. talk about breakfast. oatmeal at the old post! you have got to be fucking kidding me! unbe'fuckin'leavable! I LOVE BREAKFAST!