Yo quiero my daylight back.

It’s times like this, when light is scarce and I start to crave the fattiest, unhealthiest comfort food I can get my hands on, that I’m really glad I live just a few blocks from a Taco Bell.

Cold weekend thoughts.

It’s really cold out, and my mind wanders.

Walking in a winter freaking wonderland.

I’m not sure what to make of the absurdly mild winter we’re having in Minnesota.

Raindrops keep falling on my head.

Sudden warmth and a heavy snowpack lead to lots of water everywhere: lying in puddles on the curb, flowing down gutters, dripping from my goddamn kitchen ceiling.

Sleigh bells ring?

I went out onto the deck to have a cigarette, and realized it was snowing. Can someone remind me again why I live in Minnesota?

“Hot and Wet” should describe porn, not my living room.

I know Minnesota’s not nearly as humid as many other places. All I have to say in response is: thank goodness I don’t live in those places.