Blarg: It's way too hot here. I'm sitting in the cybercafe waiting for my bus to the weekend house of Steve's parents cause it's too fucking hot outside for me to stand longer than about 5 minutes. My intolerance for heat is increasing. And it's only May. In Belgium. In three weeks time, it'll be mid to late June. In New fucking York! Ugh! Mol, Nat, hope for a cold front when I'm there or prepare for me to assume puddle form between 2 and 5 PM, okay? Aaaargh! I fucking hate heath! Sun, sun, go away, come again no other day!
Realisation: I don't usually swear when I'm just talking. I swear when I get annoyed or angry, and the higher my annoyment, anger or fury rises, the more I swear. Until I reach a certain point, until it gets really personal. Then I grow ... cold is the word I think of first, but people've pointed out to me that I sound condescending and snobbish and intellectual. I think they have a point.
Feh: I lost the cool idea for my site I had last night. Am mightily pissed. Must remember to write these things down in future.
Happy thought: Cliff/Jason/James. Mid-eighties. Cliff feeding Jason. Hummina!
Blah: Now I'm even more hot!
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I know the feeling.
Even now, heat still does it to me. I went to Australia with my mother last year at the beginning of December - basically the very start of Summer down in this part of the world. Since it was only to Sydney, which is about the same distance from the equator as Auckland where I live, I thought it would be warm, but in a nice sense.
I couldn't have been more wrong. I spent the first day curled up in our hotel room, in major agony. For the rest of the holiday, I couldn't go for more than 45 minutes before I would have to sit down for a while, and drink something cool. The humidity was like a wall, I've been to places like Singapore and *never* faced that kind of heat. That said, when I visited Singapore all those years ago, it was during winter ...
Winter is just starting here. I coudn't be more happier.
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Re: I know the feeling.
I went to Rome. In mid-September. I was completely out between 2 and 5, had to stay in the youth hostel, sleeping with the shades drawn. I shudder to think about New York in June. Maybe if I ask Steve to keep me wet or something.
*snicker* Um, yeah, he'd definitely be glad to do that. :D