if you are a jellyfish, don't read this article.

oh i do like to be beside the seaside. unless the seaside happens to be strewn with the bloated bodies of a million halfdead jellyfish, their vile moronic forms making a dip into the crystal waters all but impossible for anyone without a deathwish. what is the point of jellyfish anyway? if your entire premise is to aimlessly float around the ocean without even the dignity of some sort of propulsive arrangement, causing misery and pain to anything unfortunate enough to invade your personal space then you seem like a pretty sorry excuse for a lifeform in my book. can a being with an apparent lack of sentience be considered to have "personal" space? in conclusion what i think i'm trying to say is that i hate jellyfish. because they are rub.
the second peeve of the beach would be the fact that whenever we go there i manage to get sand in my earphones meraning the bass distorts to an intolerable level, so have spent the last few days listening to a cacophonous din because i can't afford to keep buying new ones. also rub.
the sun was out which was nice, but seeing as i appear to be venting spleen i would like to posit the opinion (can one do that?) that the sun is a glowing ball of death cancer, and i hated it on principle; smug and selfsatisfiedly spewing its unbidden uv haterays on us whenever it likes. mega rub, the sun is a loser.