...in my own house. I don't even remember what it is like to be warm. I've froze all winter in this house. The pantry is frozen; the olive oil is a nice solid Crisco texture now.
I've grown used to this pattern, sadly. For all the money people in Boston have to use to rent places, you'd think that these greedy slumlords would learn how to insulate their money pits. I guess I was wrong. This is my second winter in a row that I've been frozen in my own house, and I even moved this year to somewhere new.
I really hate Boston. Please, save me from this frozen hellhole.
Melon
I've grown used to this pattern, sadly. For all the money people in Boston have to use to rent places, you'd think that these greedy slumlords would learn how to insulate their money pits. I guess I was wrong. This is my second winter in a row that I've been frozen in my own house, and I even moved this year to somewhere new.
I really hate Boston. Please, save me from this frozen hellhole.
Melon