i scream.

it seems that spring is well and truly on its way. i know this for two reasons:

1. the con ed workers have resumed their catcalling to girls passing by in the mornings

2. the ice cream truck has returned.

bloody ice cream truck. it shows up in april, leaves in october, and in the months inbetween circles my block like a hungry shark, peddling crack to the local kids and blaring its hideous tune long into the night.

it is a song i hear in my nightmares.

when ice cream truck season is upon us, i find myself spending far too many hours plotting its demise. or, at least the demise of its damn singing mechanism. a bb gun figures frequently. a molotov cocktail. a bomb made out of froot loops and batshit. perhaps a bit of exploration with some wire cutters. of course, getting in there with the wire cutters would entail getting within spitting distance of the actual ice cream guy who is, and i know this from personal experience, a right wanker. call me crazy, but i have real problems with getting honked at and propositioned (hey baby, there's lots of room in the back of this truck here. wanna come join me?) by someone who peddles sweeties to the kidlings. i feel it's somehow obscene. ach. a whole summer of joy to look forward to!

and spring has only just begun.

bliss!