You know what the worst thing about cold weather is?
It's not the certainty that grabs you that you must bid farewell to your toes.
It's not the fact the the liquids dripping from your nose slowly form a stalagmite on your upper lips.
It is not even the relaisation that you can no longer remember how it felt to be able to move all of your limbs.
No.
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Who knew two and a half hours of stacking firewood could bring up deep philosophical questions?

Just consider this.
Great-great-grandpa had an axe. But through the years of constant usage it's head has been changed 4 times and it's handle 6 times.
Is it still Grandpa's axe?

(By the way: who cares?! My hand is full of splinters.)

Who would have thought that doing nothing would be this exhausting! I'm working at a beach and all I have to do is count how many tickets a group of people have. Well at least I know that this is not something that everyone could do! I feel I'm totally special! *sigh*

First: this won't be the journal of some silly teenage girl who tells you her problems with boys and make-up. If you feel like it here you can read some really disturbingly bad stories without a plot or characters whatsoever. But if you feel like punishing yourselves with my short 'stories' than who am I to stop you. I'm new to this site so I don't ( Read more... )