12/23/09

Frigid...

Anything is possible, but you have to believe and you have to fight. Lance Armstrong

Each and every morning, as the cold winter's blast bone chilling air right into my face, I ask myself...

Why do I live here?

Seriously? The cold is insationable (sp?). The feeling you get is horrendous. The mood that you are in stinks afterwards...

All for...

The 4 seasons?

Yes, I guess so...another day another tomorrow...good thing Christmas is around the corner though...

Oh and to all the readers that were grossed out yesterday...this morning as I walked to the subway, in the subway station...they literally cleaned up that shit!

1 comment:

nyflygirl said...

ha, i feel the same way that you do about the cold. this is torture. let's move.