1/29/09
fark!
I just had to ride up the hill from Richmond in 43 degree heat and it truly felt like I might die. Like my body and or organs might refuse to keep working. Such a relief to get inside though now that I have acclimatized it feels like a revolting soup in here too. Say hello to hanging out at IKEA, which is what it has come to. For reals. If you know me you know I hate the place. Desperate times, desperate measures.
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mind you....... you could move in to one of their lounge room settings and stay cool for the rest of summer...... in fact it would make a great installation piece... (heheeehee)
Meanwhile, it's been snowing here all night. I don't know which I prefer, but then I like Ikeas. It's the bookshelves and the $2.50 breakfast.
Pene! I saw a whole drama shot in Ikea under cover, some maybe danish guy???
... And I saw the piles of snow... From here I prefer the sound of freakish snow, snow day! The grass is always greener where it isn't dead and brown. Oh it IS dead and brown? Also, I have never had the $2 50 breakfast but am suspicious of them already...
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