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18 January 2005 @ 01:22 pm
Dear sweet mother of wooly mittens, I do believe my face has fallen off and shattered because I no longer live in the real world I live in A BLOODY FUCKING REFRIDGERATOR OF GODDAMNED DOOM AND ICE! *hates viciously on all things that are cold*

Excuse me, I have to go crawl into a fire and shower myself in embers in order to coax sensation back into my extremities.
Current Mood: bitchybitchy
Tom is my Clarkprim_rose_etta on January 18th, 2005 07:23 pm (UTC)
Duct-tape pencils onto each finger and type with their eraser ends...this helps with fingers that have been frozen out of commission....

*cheery smile*

(Damn, dear....I hate cold...You know the best trick for that? Cook some homemade soup. The steam heats up the kitchen and it heats you up just eating it.

Or, bake something, just to heat up the kitchen.)
pure FORESHADOWING: angelina sexnifra_idril on January 19th, 2005 04:57 pm (UTC)
At this rate, I might just crawl into the oven to keep warm. I was *not* meant for this kind of weather. Not at all! *shivers*