Notes from the sub-zero basement
It's only December, and yet we've moved beyond the point where "cold" is applicable to the weather. Even "frigid" doesn't really do it justice, since it's approximately 5 degrees (Fahrenheit, for you Celsius weirdos) outside at the moment. Ugh. I broke out the long underwear today, y'all, because the cold was beginning to make it physically painful to walk around the skating rink formerly known as Kenyon. [1] Although I haven't fallen again since Sunday. Things may be looking up. If only my butt and ankle didn't hurt...
[1] Speaking of which...dude. Either get some salt for Middle Path, pronto, or just Zamboni the damn thing and issue everyone a pair of ice skates at matriculation. You can pay for the Zamboni by charging for skate rental from anyone who visits, or admission for local schoolchildren.
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Aw, I'm a puppy arsonist!
[1] Speaking of which...dude. Either get some salt for Middle Path, pronto, or just Zamboni the damn thing and issue everyone a pair of ice skates at matriculation. You can pay for the Zamboni by charging for skate rental from anyone who visits, or admission for local schoolchildren.
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Dear Santa, This year I've been busy! In November I got in line at the supermarket at the same time as someone else and I didn't yield (-8 points). Last Wenesday I donated bone marrow to  tnbella in a life-saving procedure (300 points). In May I put money in laserhead's expired parking meter (14 points). Last Sunday I helped spockette across the street (6 points). Last Monday I set nickless's puppy on fire (-66 points). Overall, I've been nice (246 points). For Christmas I deserve a new dolly! Sincerely, |
Aw, I'm a puppy arsonist!
