not gloating or anything. no.
It’s so freaking cold in Minneapolis during the winter that I have to run the stove at 500 degrees with the door wide open to heat up my apartment hot enough so I can walk around without a jacket and long pants on.
That’s what I get, I guess, for living in an inner city $500.00 per month apartment with faulty plumbing and dangerous electrical wiring and holes in the walls and vent shafts for a bathroom window.
I really hate you. You are cruel. You are a gloater. You are a cruel, gloating, adequately heated person, and it just isn’t fair.
Damn. I don’t actually hate you. But I WANT to hate you. Why can’t I do it? Maybe if my fingers weren’t frozen into claws, I’d feel better about this whole thing.
damn skippy. I do not even live in a house with central heating. I feel bad for those who have to worry about losing body parts after 30 minutes outside, but that is why I moved south. Okay, that and the beach…at Christmas.
Oh, no, you’re far above that!
Twenty-four x seven fog up here…
rory and i were JUST THIS SECOND talking about how it looks like we made it through another winter without turning on the heater. it hasn’t been lit for over two years now, and we keep the catboxes on the balcony so the patio door glass is always open. it got kinda chilly last month, but i think the worst is over. i LOVE california.
Heh, heh, heh.
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