Nic Narrates

F U Winter*

Thursday, December 4th, 2008

I left my house this morning wearing a veritable sleeping bag. A down puffer coat that covers from head to ankle. I can barely walk in this thing. I also donned snow boots, knee socks, heavy twill pants, an undershirt and a sweater, a scarf, a hat and hood, and gloves.

It was 13 degrees this morning: four degrees with the windchill. FOUR.

I love Chicago, but God, I fucking hate winter. Also, I feel like I smell like chalk today. Good old fashioned chalk. I don’t know why- I just do.

*Is it just me or does the photo kinda look like it’s saying “fuck you, winer,” only they didn’t know how to spell “wiener”?

Filed under: going postal, hateful, haterade, i hate winter, questionable attire, so what if i scream?, WTF by Nic

4 Responses to “F U Winter*”

Quattro Stelle, on December 4th, 2008 at 9:04 pm Said:

I don’t know which is funnier: the picture of the snow sculpture or my mental picture of you wearing an actual sleeping bag hopping down the sidewalk.

It’s forty here, and my nostrils seize up the second I step outside. Four degrees is soulless and wrong.
Nic, on December 4th, 2008 at 9:30 pm Said:

It is quite the event getting to and fro. If I fell over, I’d have a hell of a time getting up!

And you’re right, four degrees IS soulless. It’s booger freezingly cold. And that’s seriously wrong.
Haley, on December 5th, 2008 at 2:42 pm Said:

I live here too and welp let’s just say I WANT OUT!

Seriously why do we live here?

-H
Nic, on December 5th, 2008 at 4:03 pm Said:

Yeah, I thought yesterday was bad, but then it was three below with windchill this morning. Hateful.