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And no, it doesn’t matter how cold it is somewhere else.

I know it would be worse if I lived in some forsaken hole of a state or country that froze over. But it would also be worse if I cut my own arm off and I’m not stupid enough to do that either, so it doesn’t matter.

Really, shut up about it. I’m cold.
Babe sees and hears a lot. Loiterer tells some of these stories, but she’s just one loiterer in a city of thousands — send your overheards and pocket-sized anecdotes her way.

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Babe Scanlon is a writer living and working in San Francisco. She's worked as an archaeologist, computer game designer, agent at Agent Provocateur and hypnotherapist. She is controlling your mind at this very moment.

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  • Darnpony

    Babe you are right, STILL. It is freakin’ cold. And now wet. It had been wet. It is wet. It will be wet. Nothing like conjugated wet. And oh. Don’t we despair over weather that can be seen. Bundle up. The weather outside is frightful.