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Fuck You, Boston.
I spent the weekend with many wonderful people. But I spent it in Boston, a city that hates me and wants me to die cold and alone.
So before I talk about the Hunt and all the other noteworthy things from this weekend, I would like to alert Boston to a few things.
(P.S. Boston People I still love, mkay?)
So before I talk about the Hunt and all the other noteworthy things from this weekend, I would like to alert Boston to a few things.
- I just walked out to get a salad made of locally-grown organic vegetables. Also, I was wearing sandals.
- In fact, it's so warm, I need to open up my windows to make sure the house cools down a little.
- Southland is fliming outside my house tomorrow. Literally right outside my window.
(P.S. Boston People I still love, mkay?)
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Free on Thursday?
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We had snow which turned into rain today. Boston is full of epic freezing puddles, which will, of course, all be covered with ice tomorrow to aid me in breaking my neck.
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Where do you live?
I'm in Orlando and I just turned on the fan and opened the bedroom window to cool it off a bit in here because the house (with no climate control turned on) was turning into a box of Too Warm.
My local organic veg was delivered to my doorstep today.
But nothing is being filmed here, alas.
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negative.
fourteen.
fahrenheit.
heheheheh. ahem. okay, i've lived here for thirtyone years and i think it's probably made me a little weird about winter.
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I'm not wearing any clothes and the window is open and I am alive - I would die there! Florida wins!
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i like living above the frostline. it keeps the insects humble.
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This almost--almost--makes up for the massive suck that is the weather during the rest of the year.
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