You know what is evil in this weather? An infected pore (ok maybe that's a zit) right on the braline. Fucking ow.
Watch it. I have a friend who thought she had an infected zit on the braline. She ended up having surgery on Saturday (less than a week after it was discovered and it had grown to 10cm x 6 cm and over 4 cm deep), and is still in the hospital on mega pain meds. Very, very bad.
I think I need to move to Alaska.
I agree, Sophia, totally.
Where libkitty is, it's quite mild. Where I'm from, NSM. I've experienced 95 degree weather (and no one has A/C), and -60 degree weather (at that point, even plugging in your car does no good).
Which just means that you should move to where I live, Sophia (or any ot her Buffistas out there!). Fairbanks is a great place, but as juliana indicates, not ideal for someone looking for mild temps. Also, the darkness in the winter can drive you mad. Literally.
As Kathy points out, though, the best waves are in the winter, so that means surfers with ice hanging from their wetsuits and occasionally getting hit in the head by a big chunk of ice.
Yakutat. [link]
::flicks rubber band at Natter, then buries head in book before Natter can look up::
eta: Ah. libkitty anticipated my little prank....
Speaking of hair, I'm getting mine trimmed tomorrow. Regular maintenance! Measuring the time between haircuts in months rather than years! It's crazy.
Dana, it gets addictive.
Watch it.
Gee, thanks! This one is a plain old garden variety zit and is resolving itself. Still really awkward.
I was just charmed by an email from an old boyfriend that began, "What's up, you sexy bitch?"
I really need more good men in my life.
Timelies all!
Thanks for the happy anniversaries folks. We're not actually doing anything special tonight because it's dance practice night. Not actually sure when we'll get to go out.
I want pincurls!!!!
If only you had a beautiful and loving girlfriend who would be willing to play with your hair...
Regular maintenance! Measuring the time between haircuts in months rather than years! It's crazy.
You'll learn to look forward to the shampooing part.
I was just charmed by an email from an old boyfriend that began, "What's up, you sexy bitch?"
I really need more good men in my life.
I really need more e-mails that start with "What's up, you sexy bitch?". I feel sure of it.
So not only have I been kicked off the project with the crazy AI lady, everything I did over the past six months was apparently worthless, since they're not going to use any of it.
I did finally get a chance to be snippy to her, though, since she sent me an e-mail for the purpose of *resending* an e-mail from May that she wasn't sure she actually sent.