Not porridge. And never in the pot, nine days old. This mind-f of a fall or winter we’re having.
It got colder. And then it got warmer. And then it was warm and rainy. And then it got warmer. And now it’s getting colder? Is it annoying to get your gloves out and then put them away? Splurge on some new winter running tights and then get forced back into your shorts? Maybe it’s the best for you, the delay of winter, and you don’t even want to think about tights and mittens and hats and buffs. Of fuck it, it’s kind of cold you look hot in hot pink, you’re wearing them anyway.


