Winter Blues

I am seriously freezing my knockers off and if I had balls I'm pretty sure they too would've frozen off by now.

It's only the 8th day of winter and it pains me to say that there are 84 more days left and its inevitably going to get colder.

Holy-shitface. I've been living in Sydney most my life and I would have thought that I'd be used to the benumbing temperatures of winter by now. I whine about it to the pomos at work and they keep telling me that our winter is summer compared to the UK weather, like that's supposed to make me feel better... I don't care what it's like in our mother-land, I'm in Sydney and I'm fucking freezing.

My cold-threshold is zero. My body is in shock. I find myself wanting to pee every 10 minutes cause I'm so cold. I have to walk around our place in two pairs of trackies, two pairs of socks, a singlet, a longsleeve another longsleeve and a jumper. Layers of warmth, my armour against my enemy- Winter. Also, my boy is always uncannily (if that's a word) hot (maybe he's a werewolf), so I snuggle up to him every second I get. I rub my freezing cold feet on him and if I scratch him by accident- he tells me to get my tree-climber feet away from him. hahaha But this is my favourite way to combat the cold. Unfortunately I can't bring him around with me everywhere I go.

At least the sun has come out to play. Second to the cold, I completely loathe the rain.

Oh woe is me. Winter. Its bullshit.