It is way too late to go out now. I've already been out and am home. The way it should be.
I'm sure the band I want to see are just starting, but I'm ready for bed.
8-15 inches by sunday.
I wonder if my friend Jo is back from Paris. She'll be thrilled.
Another thing I don't understand: People who love the winter.
Another thing I don't understand: People who love the winter.
No shit.
People think I'm joking when I say I'd not consider ANYTHING north of here. I'm not. This pushes my limits to the extreme. Isn't good for me, but I do like the city elsewise.
I wouldn't say I love winter, but I don't hate it. I love fall. And I generally love the variety. But it's a little chilly here now.
Another thing I don't understand: People who love the winter.
And I don't understand people who love the summer. Well, not Seattle summers, which are heaven on earth. But the hot, muggy kind.
I don't understand people who haven't heard "Sad But True" by Metallica, myself.
I don't understand people who haven't heard "Sad But True" by Metallica, myself.
Then you'll never understand me. Unless it's one of those songs where I'll go, "OH, THAT one."
But the hot, muggy kind.
I don't like those either. I'd be happy in the land of eternal autumn.
Why do they leave their eggs out, unrefrigerated, in Europe? And we do not? What is the difference in our eggs?
I suspect we're being nutty. They also refrigerate cheese and butter less.
I love winter.
Then you'll never understand me.
That ship has sailed, Miss natural-hair-colours-only and your no-showering self.
As well as richness, you're GENETICALLY PROGRAMMED to know more Metallica than I do.