I remember when I liked you.  When the thought of you meant  butterflies of excitement in new classrooms,  meeting new friends and naturally, new clothes.   Now, as an adult, there's nothing fun about you.  NOTHING!!!!!!!!!

Oh, Pink Martini is next weekend.  There's redeeming value for your names sake... but that's not every time you come around.  Whatever with you, September. 

That is all.

Christina