Winter in St. Louis is a cruel shameless fucking bitch. I am on cup of hot tea number seven or eight, and I am not a particularly big fan of the stuff to begin with. Just cant have anymore coffee. For those of you in sunny places I would just like to say- I hate you all, at least for now. When spring rolls around here again I’ll forget all about my detestation of you all, and shall once again be happy because I will no longer have to wear layers, take two or three scalding showers a day to try and stave off hypothermia, and ya know the sun comes back out over Missouri again. Those of you that have moved away I am sure do not miss that portion of the year here; where the sun goes on what Hollywood types would call "on hiatus with a possibility of a future pick-up."
I swear that ever since I worked for that charity, which involved long outdoor stretches my average body temp has gone from the human 98.6, to something in reptilian family of around 88 degrees. I guess that would make me cold-blooded, and I’m sure there are a few exs of mine out there that would definitely agree.
I was watching the current carnage that is the city of Baghdad on CNN tonight. And I have to say it looked very brutal, but yet very warm. I guess there is no way that those nut jobs could blame their anger on seasonal affective disorder, seeing as how the sun is out over the Arabian Desert nearly 300 plus days a year. The hot weather there looks mighty tempting to me right now; especially since the low temperatures at night there, we pray to have during the day here. It’s just that with all the airborne severed body parts and blood spatter over there, I would have to find the world’s best dry cleaner before I start packing my bags.
If there is one pleasant thing that I can say about winter it would be that there is an upside to having a good snowfall. My friend’s mom the other day said she liked how the snow makes things look beautiful. And in an odd coincidence I had awoken that morning peeked out the window and had that notion myself. (Although I would of rather have had a root canal than go out in the fucking cold.) Snow covered trees and streets and cars do have a sort of brooding composed calm to them. And I love how snow always reminds me of sledding back when I was younger, which when I started to hit puberty back in elementary school was particularly great. I had to mention that because sledding seemed to be the only unisex activity back then-you know where it was ok to hang with girls with no fear of later verbal bashings and the evitable threats of making gossip out being seen talking to an ugly one.
I swear that ever since I worked for that charity, which involved long outdoor stretches my average body temp has gone from the human 98.6, to something in reptilian family of around 88 degrees. I guess that would make me cold-blooded, and I’m sure there are a few exs of mine out there that would definitely agree.
I was watching the current carnage that is the city of Baghdad on CNN tonight. And I have to say it looked very brutal, but yet very warm. I guess there is no way that those nut jobs could blame their anger on seasonal affective disorder, seeing as how the sun is out over the Arabian Desert nearly 300 plus days a year. The hot weather there looks mighty tempting to me right now; especially since the low temperatures at night there, we pray to have during the day here. It’s just that with all the airborne severed body parts and blood spatter over there, I would have to find the world’s best dry cleaner before I start packing my bags.
If there is one pleasant thing that I can say about winter it would be that there is an upside to having a good snowfall. My friend’s mom the other day said she liked how the snow makes things look beautiful. And in an odd coincidence I had awoken that morning peeked out the window and had that notion myself. (Although I would of rather have had a root canal than go out in the fucking cold.) Snow covered trees and streets and cars do have a sort of brooding composed calm to them. And I love how snow always reminds me of sledding back when I was younger, which when I started to hit puberty back in elementary school was particularly great. I had to mention that because sledding seemed to be the only unisex activity back then-you know where it was ok to hang with girls with no fear of later verbal bashings and the evitable threats of making gossip out being seen talking to an ugly one.
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