It's cold up here in the Pacific Northwest. Normally, I could care less; I've got the clothes to deal with it. (Although I am *still* lacking a proper hat.)
But I also have a cold of my own, and that is making me feel miserable. I have to hoof it around the neighborhood twice a day or more with the pup, and I am quickly turning into a dehydrated, wind-chapped bag of leather. The dry 30-degree highs are bugging the tar out of my tender, congested, slightly asthmatic lungs, and my nose alternates between totally clogged and hideously runny.
What happened to my fair, temperate Oregonian winter? Why not rainy and 40 degrees?
I'm not asking for all that much, Mother Nature. Just a break, please.
About Me
- LFSP
- At every presidential campaign stop Sarah Palin makes between now and election day, let's see that she's greeted with groups of lesbians and other queer constituents with posters or other types of out-and-proud displays proclaiming "LESBIANS FOR SARAH PALIN." (But not a single damn one of us will vote for her.) She's too sexy to be ignored. Let's undermine the campaign with acts of queer love and lesbian admiration and give the Christian Wrong fits in the process. It's political activism. It's performance art. Participate. Wherever you are.
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