Stupid Cold. Brrr.
It's not even the end of October and already I'm freezing.
The heat is barely on, thanks to the tenants downstairs who control the heat (and conveniently disregard the fact that the second floor and attic are likely to be colder than the rest of the house). I've got on an old fuzzy polar fleece hoodie over a long sleeve shirt, but my hands are icy.
Fuck. How am I going to deal with spending the next six months shivering cold? Oh winter, how I hate you.
The heat is barely on, thanks to the tenants downstairs who control the heat (and conveniently disregard the fact that the second floor and attic are likely to be colder than the rest of the house). I've got on an old fuzzy polar fleece hoodie over a long sleeve shirt, but my hands are icy.
Fuck. How am I going to deal with spending the next six months shivering cold? Oh winter, how I hate you.
posted by /hg | 12:39 p.m.
2 Comments:
Come to Australia. No chance of freezing your butt off here. :)
By the way, I like your blog.
I've pondered the great escape down to your neck of the woods -- many, many times. In fact, if I timed it right, I could avoid winter completely (minus that whole irksome business of plane tickets and living expenses... minor details).
But for now, I must content myself with the very microscopic possibility that one of my friends may drive down to Mexico in four months and allow me to sit on the hood of her car and wash her feet at regular intervals...
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