waking jonas is dealing with that outfit.

cold rhymes with old rhymes with told

outside is deceptively alluring. it makes you want to think that it’s safe to go out there but all it’s really doing is making you forget that it’s january, it’s a high of 39 degrees, and you shouldn’t start making outdoorsy plans because you’re forgetting that pretty soon march is going to happen. and you remember march.

april sucks too.

you can really ask me later when spring is more apparent and i start to get all hormonal, what i think about the blessed dawning of the season. i’m absolutely certain that everything will be glorious.

but right now i’m cold. not even alaska cold. bright and sunny ahahaha in washington but it’s kind of cold. at least in alaska the cold is trying to kill you and you know it.

here i don’t even know what…it’s like hi i guess, little clear out but all seriously? you probably want your gloves. cause like, you could probably stand out here for a while like that but then you know, traffic’s kind of bad? and you could be standing here for a while waiting for your ride? so you might wanna, you know…put them on, but like open your travel mug first because then you won’t have to fat finger it later?

i’m just cranky because i’m sick on a weekend. i’ve been confined to the condo with a headache and crusty eyes and snot etc. not to mention they’re working on our balcony so there’s banging noise in the late mornings.

but i had maxwell to take care of me today. he stays near me no matter what i do. he even sat on the rim of the bathtub while i was soaking. kinda almost makes me feel bad that’s i’m going to pay him back by getting him a puppy.