THE HAWK IS OUT

Winter is in full swing, and with it, the requisite freezing temperatures. Today the mid atlantic states were averaging temperatures in the low 30s accompanied by wind chills which brought those figures down lower - the mid two high 20s. Brutal.

I don't know how much more of this I can take.

What galls me is that there are people who actually enjoy this weather (oh, hi Rashad :-P). Strange right? I mean really. Why? What is the appeal of chapped lips, broken capillaries, and frostbitten appendages? For the life of me i can't see anything of value in that. Well unless you're one of those black market organ dealers.

To be honest, i'm of the opinion that people who take pleasure in frigid temperatures are also people who get a kick out of eat disgusting foods like beets, consider potted meats a delicacy (see: spam) and enjoy all manner of things pickled. (I had a coworker who would bring in a jar of pickled eggs *retch* every monday and would snack on them throughout the week. Horrifying.) In other words, true masochists. Knowing that people like this exist, and are enjoying that which makes me so miserable, makes me even more agitated. If people weren't so judgmental, i'd go into hibernation at first frost. Kodiak bear mode. No one would see hide nor hair of me until the darling buds of may. Oh if only this world were mine...

I knew things were awful when i was afraid to put on my bra this morning. You read right. Taking it out of my dresser (located in a chilly corner in my bedroom) and putting it up against my skin was the equivalent of removing a bandaid. There's gonna be pain, so you gotta be swift. It was so cold, the metal clasps making a mockery out of my own body heat. After deliberating for a minutes, i took the plunge. Five seconds of sheer terror. No one should have to contend with that.

The bad news is that its only going to get worse. At least as far as this week is concerned. The forecast is pretty bleak: By friday a high of only 21. Awful. How many more weeks of winter? Why is this season so darned long? Can i hang? Will I? Only time will tell.

In the meantime should you see me with my eyes tightly closed, do not interrupt my reverie. I will imagining sexy people on sexy beaches eating sexy food while basking in sexy temperatures. Yeah...


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