
But since I chose to join the land of corporate America, summer is really just the same as all the other seasons, especially in San Francisco where summer can mean cold, foggy days. So, it always strikes me as funny that people wish me a great summer when I'm still doing what I do everyday: sitting at my cube, tap-tapping on the keyboard, trying to convince myself to get to the gym.
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Fuck. I miss summer, man.
It took me a very long time after school to understand that there was no longer anything special about Summer. Boooo.
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