Because its been ages...
Christmas has past and dragged new year's with it. Holiday's are over and all we have to look forward to is February. February. It constantly amazes me how the shortest month of the year can cause such continual long range pain. The mere anticipation of February has me in near hysterics in this early present of January. My growing fear of February has left me oddly melancholic and antisocial (meaning, essentially, drowning in chocolate and poorly dressed).
On a lighter note. I recieved a pair of unbelievable pants for Christmas. Explicitly designed to enable me to continue my outside exercise regime in the ice-box known as Montreal in winter, these pants have become my joy in defiance of the city's continued greyness. Putting them on is akin to wrapping the lower half of your body in teddy bears. Perhaps one of the most pleasurable sensations a single gal can have in winter.
On a lighter note. I recieved a pair of unbelievable pants for Christmas. Explicitly designed to enable me to continue my outside exercise regime in the ice-box known as Montreal in winter, these pants have become my joy in defiance of the city's continued greyness. Putting them on is akin to wrapping the lower half of your body in teddy bears. Perhaps one of the most pleasurable sensations a single gal can have in winter.