InsaneJournal

Current mood:	hungry
Entry tags:	bitching

The state I'm in.
Dear Georgia,

It's February 7th. In case you've forgotten, this is the time where you're supposed to be making me miserable with cold while I quietly cross my fingers and hope for snow that never comes.

Instead, for the past three days, the heat's been off, the windows have been open, and every fan in the house has been going.

It's not that I mind the mild weather, really, but it's terrible timing. When summer hits, I'm sure we'll all resent you, because all those bugs that winter didn't kill and all that freezing snow and rain that didn't fall will come back to bite us in the ass.

So, you know, quit fuckin' up.

Love,
Mak