It's raining. It's pouring. The sky looks like shit.

Its the first time I've seen rain since the summer. I forgot how much I hated it. I very much preferred the rain and humid air; that way I could wear my flip flops again. Cheap old Old Navy flip flops. I can't tell you how many times I lost them in the rain. They were always left behind my steps causing me to leap forward bearfoot on the dirty cement. Then I'd take a shower when I got home. No one would be in the house despite the stormy weather. So I would stay home and read a book, or go the library to do homework.

Enough.

I was thinking of something today and it was so good and so worth writing about, but my mind is blank now. It was funny, something about the past. Something about my childhood with my cousins...I forgot damnit. It made me smile when I thought of it though. Must've looked like a retard smiling to myself. Sometimes I feel like a retard.

Stop.

Its raining. The sound of it is the saddest sound of the word. Rain is sad. I think snow may be happier. Living here, in stupid California, I wouldn't know much, except when my family goes to Reno in the winter and stops at a rest stop and tells us to play. Whatever. I wanted to get The Distillers CD, but I couldn't find it yesterday. Jeez...what a gloomy day.