I was juuust starting to think I was looking forward to winter. Then, the other night, it snowed. Instead of the happy fire-crackling prelude to christmas I was hoping for I get this debacle. Toronto has been lifeless for 3 days now, I have frost bite on my forehead, and I get the nature of things in my kitchen. "Now safe from the cold, watch as the urban street mouse nibbles holes, slyly, into the food stuffs of the unwitting inhabitants".
On the brighter side, my garbage was frozen solid to my patio. Oh wait... that's not a bright side at all. Wonderful. Get back to me when Thomas Hardy is done taking a dump on my life.
Merry Fucking Christmas Toronto.
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