Friday
It is October 19th.
It is 5 pm.
I am running my air conditioner.
The end.
It is 5 pm.
I am running my air conditioner.
The end.
I CRAVE MOVEMENT. I LOVE THE FEELING OF FLYING OVER GROUND. I NEED TO BE SWEATY AND OUT OF BREATH. WHEN MY LEGS HURT AND MY LUNGS BURN, ALL THE BETTER. THERE IS SOMETHING TANGIBLE ABOUT THE CALM THAT COMES OVER ME WHEN I AM DONE. -- KINSEY MILLHONE
3 Comments:
I wish I lived in Philly. It's too damned cold here. I have to have the heating on at 3pm.
No f-ing kidding. Does this NOT completely suck? John took our air conditioners out (we only have window units in this spam-eating household)...so I woke up clogged up, sweaty, and really quite miserable. I promise you this: when it starts snowing, it won't end until the fourth of July. Seriously.
I don't know if you're bragging or complaining.
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