Arrgh. Fucking Spring. It's now verging on being too hot to wear my leather jacket to take the dogs to the park, which means I'll shortly have nowhere convenient to keep poo bags, toys, treats, spare leash, keys and tuggy. It's also getting too hot for Spike to exercise in comfort and safety during the day, which means either getting up very early or staying up very late to take him out to play ball. I was just working my sleep pattern back round to something a bit more convenient for interacting with the rest of society, too; but I think it's time to go back to being nocturnal.
It's also time to upload my bitching-about-warm-weather icons, and make my yearly request to my friends list - please, please, if you love me, or even like me just a little, don't make comments along the lines of "I don't know what you're complaining about! You don't know what heat is! Why, over here where I live the asphalt is boiling, the birds are laying ready-fried eggs and my cans of Coke explode if I don't keep them packed in dry ice!" I have friends in Florida, Australia, Hawai'i, Puerto Rico, New Mexico, California and Texas - I KNOW all those places are hotter than it is here. That doesn't make it magically not too hot for me. It just makes me want to stab people.
In return, I'll try and keep the whining to a minimum. I'll even make a "bitching about the heat" filter if you want me to; but I'm not going to be able to keep completely silent. I hate it so fucking much.
It's also time to upload my bitching-about-warm-weather icons, and make my yearly request to my friends list - please, please, if you love me, or even like me just a little, don't make comments along the lines of "I don't know what you're complaining about! You don't know what heat is! Why, over here where I live the asphalt is boiling, the birds are laying ready-fried eggs and my cans of Coke explode if I don't keep them packed in dry ice!" I have friends in Florida, Australia, Hawai'i, Puerto Rico, New Mexico, California and Texas - I KNOW all those places are hotter than it is here. That doesn't make it magically not too hot for me. It just makes me want to stab people.
In return, I'll try and keep the whining to a minimum. I'll even make a "bitching about the heat" filter if you want me to; but I'm not going to be able to keep completely silent. I hate it so fucking much.