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I hate winter

I know Minnesota is supposed to be cold - it's practically a national joke. We even contain the nation's unofficial icebox, International Falls.

That's one of the reasons it's a bit amazing that I still live here.

I freaking *hate* cold. I hate snow and ice and wearing so many layers I can't move around without knocking things over. I have dried salt and grit all over my kitchen floor because I'm currently too poor to buy a mop and MN buys the stuff in bulk. My *car* doesn't even like the winter right now, being that it has crappy brakes and bald tires. I drive like an old man in the winter, and I detest it! Detest!!

I'm going to huddle under a blanket and read and grumble at the sunlight and wish it were May.
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I must have the worst constitution ever. If I were a D&D character, my constitution would be a 4. Or something equally pathetic. I have to roll a 20 to avoid getting sick.

I am always getting sick. And then it becomes the bubonic plague every single time, laying me low for literal weeks as I live with pounding head, lightheadedness, sniffles, cough and lack of sleep due to coughing all night.

Gah! So annoyed!

Maybe it has something to do with not being breastfed. My girlfriend was breastfed until the age of two (or something, she was old enough to demand "BOOBIE!" when hungry, anyway) and she has a disgustingly robust immune system. She gets a cold and she feels a little phlemmy. I get the same cold and I want to sleep for two weeks and use boxes and boxes of tissues.

I'm getting some no-chicken noodle soup at whole foods tonight, damn it.

I'm not annoyed at my girlfriend, mind you. Just my own substandard immune system. Besides being totally jealous.

the car gods hate me

My Buick LeSabre is about to go to the mechanic. Again. It doesn't seem to want to stop very well. This is a big, big no no.

At least I still have my beetle. I'm trying to sell it; I should get a For Sale sign and drive around with it for a while. I wonder if I could sell it by the time I get my Buick back?

Of course, the beetle isn't exactly in pristine, cream-puff condition. It's 33 years old, and hasn't been driven much in the past couple of years. I'll probably have to get the oil changed and all that. Yay. As long as it can make it the 15 mile (one way) trip to work, I'll be happy. It'll be much slower than the Buick, though. Top speed is around 60, if I don't mind feeling like the car might rattle apart. Oh well. In rush hour traffic, who's going more than 40, anyway?
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