Those "perfect afternoon" blogs.

You people, with your stupid little blogs filled with pictures of your stupid "perfect afternoons." You can suck it.

You know who you are.

You're the people who go to the state fair and take pictures of funnel cakes. The folks who go apple picking and laugh and laugh and take pictures of everything, pictures that are "just so." It's infuriating. You're the people who somehow manage to make and do everything by hand, despite having seventy jillion children under the age of nine -- all while cataloguing it and sharing it with your adoring fans online.

You, with your perfect autumn light. You, with your sunny dispo-fucking-sition. You -- you most of all -- with your simple, glorious recipes and seemingly endless free time.

I hate all of you.

Oh, I'm going to keep reading, of course. But I'm still going to hate you, all the same.