I tend to forget sometimes that some of you south of the border may not be too familiar with celsius... -40C is the same as -40F. Go figure.
It's kinda funny though... I like people better when it's ass-numbing cold out. People are so much more hospitable. People joke way more too. The only remark I hate is "cold enough for ya?" That's just plain mean to say to someone who can't feel their body and face.
I'm over my bitterness (maybe?) at this weather as you guys may notice. I can't change it, and it will end eventually. I've finally accepted those facts. Apparently the cold was supposed to break today - but didn't. Here's to hoping for tomorrow! Plus it could be way worse... like those poor people devastated by the earthquake and tsunami waves. Makes me said like whoa.
Good news though, a friend of mine gets out of jail tomorrow. That seems odd to type. He's not a bad guy... just does bad things by most people's standards, involved with "the wrong people". Typical excuse for 90% of people in jail! But anyways, it'll be nice to see him, he's always good for a laugh. He's also my personal "therapist"... in other words he's a great listener, doesn't make judgments, doesn't spread lies, and doesn't share secrets told to him. He also used to get his Cockatoo to dance for me via webcam. I hope those jerks in jail didn't change him. I'll have to raise some hell and kick some ass if they did. *Shakes a fist* Yeah, that's right - I'm tough.
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BAHAHAHAHAHAHA yeah right.
Errrrrrm... don't know where that came from. I think I've been up far too long.
It makes me happy that Clyde thinks I rule. Double happy cause Teresa thinks I'm super beautiful. You guys are so sweet.
I hope you all are having good sleeps as I write this. Tell me 'bout all of your interesting, or not so interesting, dreams! I love hearing about what people dream about. I myself never reach a deep enough sleep to dream... spurts of 30 minute power naps throughout the night just don't cut it as a ticket to dream land.
But alas, I'm babbling via text! I really should end this massive novel of an entry in exchange for sleep...
P.S.
Dear somebody:
Please help me, I am consuming more food lately than a giagantic goat with a bottomless pit of a stomach would (and no, I'm not pregnant wisecrackers).
Thanks in advance.
It's kinda funny though... I like people better when it's ass-numbing cold out. People are so much more hospitable. People joke way more too. The only remark I hate is "cold enough for ya?" That's just plain mean to say to someone who can't feel their body and face.
I'm over my bitterness (maybe?) at this weather as you guys may notice. I can't change it, and it will end eventually. I've finally accepted those facts. Apparently the cold was supposed to break today - but didn't. Here's to hoping for tomorrow! Plus it could be way worse... like those poor people devastated by the earthquake and tsunami waves. Makes me said like whoa.
Good news though, a friend of mine gets out of jail tomorrow. That seems odd to type. He's not a bad guy... just does bad things by most people's standards, involved with "the wrong people". Typical excuse for 90% of people in jail! But anyways, it'll be nice to see him, he's always good for a laugh. He's also my personal "therapist"... in other words he's a great listener, doesn't make judgments, doesn't spread lies, and doesn't share secrets told to him. He also used to get his Cockatoo to dance for me via webcam. I hope those jerks in jail didn't change him. I'll have to raise some hell and kick some ass if they did. *Shakes a fist* Yeah, that's right - I'm tough.
....
BAHAHAHAHAHAHA yeah right.
Errrrrrm... don't know where that came from. I think I've been up far too long.
It makes me happy that Clyde thinks I rule. Double happy cause Teresa thinks I'm super beautiful. You guys are so sweet.
I hope you all are having good sleeps as I write this. Tell me 'bout all of your interesting, or not so interesting, dreams! I love hearing about what people dream about. I myself never reach a deep enough sleep to dream... spurts of 30 minute power naps throughout the night just don't cut it as a ticket to dream land.
But alas, I'm babbling via text! I really should end this massive novel of an entry in exchange for sleep...
P.S.
Dear somebody:
Please help me, I am consuming more food lately than a giagantic goat with a bottomless pit of a stomach would (and no, I'm not pregnant wisecrackers).
Thanks in advance.
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yeas we were both clothed... it was not a naughty dream. just one of my many wierd ones...
and yes... i think that you rule also... and that that one pick of you drinking the juice was super hot...