here, have some more, Sean. We have plenty.
(What? Bitter? No, it's just th...FUCK YEAH I'M BITTER. This winter makes me wonder how more people in Scandanavian countries don't go absolutefiskly batshit and just start randomly battering things people with shoes and poles and moles and frozen otters and such. I finally fucking GET Vikings. I mean, I GET them. PILLAGE PILLAGE ARGH CABIN FEVER STUPID COLD PILLAGE BURN A MONASTERY IT'S FIRE!)
OVER. WINTER. NOW.
AND I'M NOT SORRY FOR ASSCAPS.
I PILLAGE UR MONITORS!
Why is it cold in here, I wondered. Then I realized I'd opened a window and forgotten to close it. Duh. It's freezing out there, idiot. Leo the cat is sitting in the window, pining for freedom. He does not realize freedom comes with cold feet.
Also, What Erin Said.
Enough with the winter and the snow and the cold and the despair, already!
Saunas. Lots of saunas in Scandinavian countries.
And then they go roll around in the snow.
Saunas. Lots of saunas in Scandinavian countries.
And then they go roll around in the snow.
Then they beat each other's naked bodies with wet branches.
Huh. Scandinavia sounds fun....
Booking trip to Scandinavia now. Do I need to bring my own wet branches?
I thought about the vodka and the saunas but it just doesn't seem enough. I understand why they drink so damn much of it, though.
And rolling around in the snow? Even after a sauna? Would not alleviate the bitter. Still. Snow.