I say this every year about this time... I hate fall.

I honestly though that I was alone until I heard Lewis Black on the matter. Haha.

I left this house this morning, and it was crisp. It was kind of refreshing, but the chill made my grind my teeth. As I walked along, I heard the crunch of the unfortunate leaves I happened to crush under my soles. I don't mind crunching leaves so much. I just hate fall.

Everything is dying. It bring people to the area that shouldn't be here. Yuppies in pursuit of apple picking, and corn mazes. Bastards. I DON'T EVEN LIKE APPLES THAT MUCH. That's what immigrants are for... to pick the god damn apples. I'm not an indian. I don't hunt and gather... someone else picks my god damned apples.

Then, there's yardwork. I'm fortunate that I no longer have to partake in this wonderful activity.

Hayrides. More like hay fever. I just remember being stuck in a cunting conestoga wagon with the roof chopped up, trailing behind some smelling horse... held captive among hords of sniffling children as the cold season began. Fall also means the start of school. I hate school. Love learning, hate school. Gah.

And the leaves! Heaven forbid it be windy after a rain, as you're being pelted by damp little chunks of nature. OMG. I hate fall.

It starts getting dark early. WHO THE HELL LIKES THAT? Oooh, I can't wait for darkness? No, that just doesn't happen. GAhh.

I've got another month or two before it's snowing. I wish we could skip fall. I really do.

It's like it's nature getting sick. All the trees have strokes, and lapse into a coma. Then, they get better, and are released from the hospital only to have it all happen again.

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