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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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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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