[b]I think I like winter better.[/b] Even though I am poor and don’t ski anymore I still picked up skiing the second time I went because the first time I tore a shit load of ligaments in my right or left knee probably the right because that is the one that causes me all the running trouble. They cut my jeans off took me down in an ambulance and it was fun. Then I went back the next year and rocked it first run, same with snowboarding had it by the end of the first run. BUT the second time I got taken off the mountain in an ambulance was my own fault I was flying through the bush and ducked under a tree and stood up too fast and knocked myself out cold. Skiing and Running- the only sports I don’t have to work at to kick ass all over and I can’t do either right now. HA I totally just realized that.
In the winter I don’t care if I don’t look sexy I don’t care so much what shoes I wear I actually kind of like that my leg hair keeps me warm when it never gets cold enough here to need a ‘real’ parka anyway, granted I have never had a leg parka that wasn’t made of my own hair just there cuz it grows there and is free for both my legs.
In the winter being a hermit doesn’t bother me as much if I feel like I physically can not leave my apartment chances are it is raining little dogs in rain coats and cats holding pipes of pot anyway.
In the winter getting dressed is so fucking easy I don’t have to worry if I missed some hairs on the inside of my thighs that JUST MIGHT be visible to some fuckwit looking up my skirt. BUT at least I HAVE PANTIES on under my SKIRTS. I don’t have to check obsessively to make sure my skirt is still covering my ass. I don’t have to worry about BUTT sweat dripping down my legs or my sweat in general penetrating my clothes for that OH so sexy I’m raining sweat look. Would you like a cup to catch it off my forehead?
Also we can golf here year round so winter golf is better because there are not as many morons on the course and I like sweaters.
P.S. Today when I left Dr. B’s office I turned into Marilyn Monroe I got to the bus stop just as a group of guys were crossing a crosswalk and a gust of wind hit and my whole skirt when up all the way around and turned into a sleeveless shirt I acted full on damsel in distress and quickly placed it back over my ass and vag thankfully covered by BLACK boy short PANTIES. You know I actually HATE the word PANTIES but because I hate it so much I find using it extremely funny and pronouncing it HARD each syllable PANT-IES. I sat down on the bus bench with a swift swish of the hand to make sure all was covered and looked up to whistles, waves and smiles that lasted the block they were on and I was too busy giggling to be embarrassed.
