Time Be Fuckin' Wit' You: Spec-fic

The time had come around again, as time is wont to do. For time loves a circle completed, loves a past memory brought up, and loves to make things resound through the time. Perhaps it tickles. Time's a bitch, really, if you think about it. That's why he had decided to go out there and try to kill time. Time had just fucked with him one too many times. Really, the pot of geraniums was the final horror that put it over the edge. Everything else, he'd been pretty good about accepting with a blank face, as time's designated scapegoat, but really--geraniums? He'd been insulted. It was too derivative, and the entirely coincidental timing making--

Inspiration: Time, whatever.
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: But really, what else can be expected on a day when I'm still somewhat hung over from the Fourth of July?