June Gloom Actually Fucking Blows

We’re halfway through the month of June, and I can’t help but be so incredibly pissed off at the utterly disgusting phenomenon we’ve been experiencing here in Southern California known as “June Gloom.”

I know it sounds fake and made up from a Dr. Seuss book, but alas, June Gloom is indeed very, very real. When I first moved here, I couldn’t even conceive that there was an entire month comprised of nothing but dense foggy mornings and gross, muggy afternoons. June Gloom usually rolls around this time of the year and does nothing but destroys peoples days.

The cloudy, gray skies honestly suck the mood out of everything. Fourth of July is right around the corner, how am I supposed to get tan and crispy?!?! Come out of June looking like I spent the entire month in a cave! Which honestly, would probably be better for my mental health than having to battle the thickest clouds known to mankind.

June is supposed to be one of the most beautifully sunny and blue skied months, of the year. However, in this God-forsaken hellhole of LA, it gets reduced to nothing but gross, gloomy skies and even grosser, gloomier moods. I mean, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to admit that cloudy mornings are a horrible way to start your day. How can I enjoy a morning run or a beachy afternoon when I’m engulfed in nothing but disgusting fog?

Screw June Gloom, I’m moving to Fiji.