The Ides of March really do scare me a bit. I don't even know what the hell they are, but the whole "beeeware!" bit is so ominous.
(Is the world cool enough yet that I can wear black and brown together? I'm not doing it today or anything, I just want to know. I digress.)
Really I want to talk to you about March. March is a great month because of three things: College Basketball, St. Patrick's Day, and the whole 'thawing hearts and new beginnings made manifest in the cyclical return of Spring' thing. (No, really.) This year we also have American Idol.
(Now, honestly, these are the best amateur singers in America? I've heard better at karaoke Thursdays! Except Melinda Doolittle. I love her. I digress again.)
March is also all crisp mornings and almost-warm days and daffodils... Sadly, my crisp mornings are spent hitting the snooze button, my almost-warm days are wasted staring at this damn computer, and my daffodils bloomed too early and are all dead-like and decidedly un-Marchy now. Oh, crap, now I've lost the mood.
Besides, what does "in like a lion, out like a lamb" mean? I'm not sure, but I think I've got an ex-boyfriend who fits that bill...
Hahaha, oh, man, haha.
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