I went outside last night, ready to go have another fun evening at Rock N Roll Pornography, and stopped the second I set one foot outside my door.
It. Was. Bloody. Freezing. Oh. My. God.
I actually muttered "Oh, fuck this.", and dragged my saddened feet back inside to get my coat. The winter was beginning, and I am none too pleased about any of it. I don't care what anyone has to say on the subject, either.
"It's so pretty!"
"You can do fun things like skiing!"
"Christmas!"
SHUT YOUR BLASPHEMOUS MOUTH. If I go outside at any given time of day, and feel my snot freezing inside my sinuses the first time I inhale the air, there is nothing, I reapeat, NOTHING good about it. Christmas? I had Christmas in Florida when I was 12 and it was wonderful. I wore shorts. We went to the beach. I played with my Aunt's nine cats and wasted as much footage on my parent's new Sony Handycam as I could possibly manage without being yelled at and having my groundbreaking moments in cinematography promptly recorded over with my mom opening a gift containing some item of clothing with reindeer on it. Reindeer are obselete in Florida, you see. They can still fly around and jingle and pull the sleigh, but no one really gives a shit because any reference to snow and the North Pole in Florida is more often than not met with either a blank stare or "Are there igloos in Toronto?" Not even kidding. Bless their hearts, but I'm not even kidding.
I'm angry about being cold and I don't want to write anymore. I got a sort of gig writing for blogTO, and that's fun. Maybe one day I can get paid to do this. Hurr.
