split open and not melt

it snowed on saturday! this is the parking lot of my work, 2am. i was the only one excited about it.

an inch of snow is a pathetically big deal in seattle.


this morning: there is nary a cloud. in the local parlance, it is cold as balls.


...currently reading 'in cold blood', which is fucking fantastic, in leechlike spurts at various bookstores... a section at a time. i owe the libraries too much to actually borrow anything... and over the weekend, whilst trolling a thrift store, i bought tatum o'neal's autobiography. it is appallingly lurid. as per its genre, i place it a notch above 'elvis and me.'
drink your ne-hi and eat your coney island!