Snow isn’t cold.

I sometimes take the time to satisfy a curiosity that builds within me and becomes a hungry insatiable death creature. I take the time to try things that people think would be crazy, sometimes even horrific. I don’t personally find this that bad, or even stupid at all. I went out in the snow, naked since I was just about to go to bed. It wasn’t cold, it wasn’t dark. It’s half 11 at night and outside felt warm and easing.

I am one weird person.

This entry was posted on Thursday, December 17th, 2009 at 23:43