I hate when they turn the heat on. I hate it--I hate the smell of it, I hate the whistling noise it makes against the air vents once I close them, I hate that my windows are hermetically sealed and impossible to open. It's my sister who turns the heat on upstairs--she gets cold and I get hot, that's the story of our living together
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Anne Rice promises to now write only for the Lord.
Amen. I guess I have to go build a church now, don't I?
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...and we're in Maine.
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/born, raised in Caribou, miss it terribly
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Heh. Don't get me wrong though. I <3 Maine forever.
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Heh...probably for the same reason that I mock the Floridians. It could be 60 degrees, and some of them would think it was cold. I looked at Bowdoin, by the way. Thought about going, but...it didn't work out. Money, I think, but I can't remember (I'm a New York resident). Parents went to University of Maine in Orono. Love Black Bear hockey, the both of them.
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:) Yay for schools.
...you know, one of the Californians came without a winter jacket. We had to drag her to L.L. Bean to get something... you know.... poufy and not cute and WARM. 'twas funny.
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