Jeezy Creezy
Light snow, 3.2 degrees Fahrenheit, -11.2 degrees Fahrenheit windchill.
Now that's more like it.
Now that's more like it.
"The tiger in my tank/ is going to go extinct/ And I'm not feelin' so good myself/ I think I'm on the brink of disaster!"
At last! My own little corner of dysfunction and ranting available whenever and wherever you choose. And yes, it is all about me.
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