Hot vs Cold

Man, I cannot choose a side, I cannot believe you keep ASKING ME TO. Oh wait. Nm.

So like, I totally get it when the heat is on - it's on the streets. Ha. No, when the heat is on you are all nicety nice cozy and snuggly and all sorts of things that end in ys that make you happY.  But then there comes a time when the heat is TOO MUCH.  And you can no longer shed things.  It is not okay. I have been there.  There was a loft, and a cabin.  And I think Thomas Jefferson.  Back in the day.

And then you have to consider all the parts.  Dear god, the parts.  My feet.  My feet may freeze  So all I am saying, which really is a whole lot of nothing, is that you need to calm DOWN with all of the fire and ice and maybe just gather yourselves around some toast,

I am so hungry.  I think that's what happened here.


**Ha it occurred to me lying in bed last night that nobody but three people have any idea what I mean by a cabin and loft.  But since I figure about only three people read this blog, it all even s out in the end, no?

Oh by the by I got my first actual hater yesterday.  On the phone he was like, Your blog is terrible and he was dead serious.  First of all, it took him twenty minutes to read the excerpt I sent him, and second of all he was not real enthused to learn about my "time of the month" as he put it.  SO for one second I was like F U and then I was like YAY! my first real hater. I am Yoko Ono.

You know who you are.

Anyway, back in college I had this loft bed.  There was a cabin of girls -seven of us, I believe.  In cabin 12.  Not 12 of us in Cabin 7?  Anyway it was prime housing because it was super cool. We had three rooms. And the thermometer was added after the cabin was made back in the 1500s so it didn't work that well.  (I went to William and Mary, thus the TJ reference above.  You'll put it all together, eventch).

Anyway, my awesome loft was right under the heating vent and the the two girls in the next room spent their night shivering away, so we would literally wake up in a daze and stumble to the main thermometer in the living room in the middle of the night.  I would be wearing a bikini, or nothing, and said roommates would be in ski gear, scarves, mittens and then a dead animal of sorts wrapped around their shoulders.  We would growl at each other and awkwardly adjust the thermometer to fit our needs.

My point being I can only shed so many exoskeletons under the heating vent whereas you can certainly put on more North Face jackets.

Let's hear it for Cabin 7. or 12.