Dear Heat in My Apartment/Car/Office,
You are killing me here. I can’t wait for warm weather to come and for you to eff off.
Sincerely annoyed,
Jenny
Dear Heat in My Apartment/Car/Office,
You are killing me here. I can’t wait for warm weather to come and for you to eff off.
Sincerely annoyed,
Jenny
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ME TOO!
A matte finish, for sure, in the shade of, oh, let’s say Withered Peony.
Or perhaps Dried Crushed Then Dried Again Rose.
In my family having super chapped lips is called “Clown Mouth.”
No heat in my apartment. Going insane.
I bear witness to CF’s assertion that she has no heat. I tried to fix it and realized once again that my meager skill set includes being able to: write newspaper and magazine articles and columns; dine on all-I-can-eat sushi until my belly visually becomes distended; drive a stick shift; read a GPS; overuse colons and semicolons; and quickly and completely immerse myself in geek shows like Numb3rs and MonsterQuest.
I do not have clown mouth, but my nose has that tiny and painful crack at the edge of a nostril that would drive a lesser man insane.
But then again, how would be able to tell?