I hate winter. I hate how many pairs of pants I have to wear to stay warm in winter. pants suck. I'm having a temper tantrum about my pants. All of them. The waist-lines don't match up, I have long johns up to my boobs and jeans at my hips and this very strange area in between that feels squished and out of place. I think I ate too much. Damn you, Quizno's, and damn you, winter, and damn these pants!!@! Bloody 12 degrees outside and 6:00pm. Sigh. I am so uncomfortable right now... grrrr.
that is all.
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A Childish Charlatan's Charades About Chicago. (Formerly: A myopic misanthrope's misadventures in Massachusetts.)
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Yo, it's time to update, Devon. You don't want to be kicked off my blogroll!
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