I feel that once the weather is severe enough that people's lives are in danger, mentioning how bad it is does not count as complaining.
When it's dangerous, it's worth mentioning and it's not complaining.
I don't even mind normal complaining because the weather is still something you can talk/bitch about without offending anyone. I think.
Oh, yeah. It's probably past Haiku time, because ita changed the code to lock us from posting after 10,000.
Haiku haiku hai
ku haiku haiku haiku
this haiku doesn't scan
I should either go to Quizno's or make a grilled cheese sandwich.
I haven't had a grilled cheese sandwich in forever. That sounds kinda good (and bad).
Starting Over. There's a woman with a part of my life there that is just... weird.
Former competitive gymnast (though she was at a much higher level than I) who left gymnastics and has this whole perfection thing going. Unwilling to try new things.
The whole shebang.
She talks about the gym and I get it -- missing the smell, the chalk dust all of that.
amy's a poet
but she just doesn't know it
amy, don't blow it
Field day in Boston on the company dime.
Eh, it's only across town. About fifteen minutes on the intercampus shuttle bus.