Open Letter

Dear Cold,

What. The. Fuck. There's something I'd like to talk to you about.

This morning I couldn't help noticing that we had -26°C (MINUS TWENTY SIX!!!) (-15°F in case you're American). So I was wondering if maybe you are piss drunk or drugged up to your eyeballs got confused. I'm not trying to be annoying here, just would like to politely point out that this is not Siberia.

Are you fucking telling me, that in a time where the glaciers are melting and the polar bears are dying because they don't have enough ice to walk on, you have nothing better to do than hang around here and try to make my life hell? I'm freezing my arse off.

I was hoping you could reconsider your decision to settle down here, I'm sure there are places where you're needed more.

FUCK OFF!

No Love
seedee