Hating in the Sunshine, Part 1
Of course, the summer isn't all laughs and smiles and sunshine and waking up on the floor of your friend's bathroom with a damp crotch, oh no. There's plenty to hate about it too. For example, some people don't like the heat. "It's too hot", they moan, longing for the winter when they can moan about it being too cold instead.
I don't mind the heat, but what I can't fucking stand, for starters, are those nasty winged ant bastards that turn up halfway through the summer in mad directionless swarms all over the place. One minute you're enjoying your walk home, and the next there are a thousand fucking bad-ass ants flying into your eyes and hair. Flying fucking ants! It's as if the whole point of evolution is to maximise the potential for extreme irritation. Get out of the goddamn sky, ants!