Friday, Sept. 19, 2003
Izzy who?
Damnit Isabel.
When I asked you to come for a visit, I meant that you should bring all your friends along. You know the torrential rains, high speed winds, and at least a catergory one label.
But, no. Instead, you just give us some of your piddly little remnants that don't amount to jack shit. Little rain here, little wind there, and you ain't even a tropical depression.
Hrumph.
Well.
I guess you've showed me just how much you care. Not at all, apparently.
So, I scorn you Isabel and your inability to get class cancelled for me today. To think, you once called yourself a catergory five hurricane.
Bah on you Isabel!
ted-ted at 8:55 a.m.