and you might meet an american psycho.
Feb. 5th, 2009 02:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rocknloadIt's 82° out—that's 27° for you people who don't live in Americaland. There's no wind. I was trying to enjoy the crazy bright sun today, but I had to come inside. You see, I was sitting around wearing a tank top, jeans, and tennis shoes, and this is apparently too many clothes.
I was raised in Phoenix, I know it's not that hot, but hell! I lived in a place that has actual seasons for the last eight years, I can't get used to this kind of weather in February.
Edit: I just called my parents up, and after talking to me for a while my mom meant to say, "Okay, here's your father." Instead, she said, "Here's my father." So what does my dad do? Naturally, he answers the phone as my dead grandfather.
I was raised in Phoenix, I know it's not that hot, but hell! I lived in a place that has actual seasons for the last eight years, I can't get used to this kind of weather in February.
Edit: I just called my parents up, and after talking to me for a while my mom meant to say, "Okay, here's your father." Instead, she said, "Here's my father." So what does my dad do? Naturally, he answers the phone as my dead grandfather.
