"there must be toro's in the atmosphere... ice ice baby.." bring it on bitches.
it's getting cold up here in the great north of california. shutup. 40 something degress IS cold dammit. i do this every year. we do this every year. every year i'm freezing. and every year i refuse to dress appropriately.
already this morning i've heard "are you crazy????" because while the rumor is it's 40 something degrees outside, i'm wearing a tank top. it's always summer in my head.
i think there is a part of me that is still holding out hope that this place still has a few warm days left in it before i kiss any warmth goodbye for who knows how long. and once i stop wearing tank tops, i have conceded that warm weather is really gone. and i'm not ready to do that yet.
the worst day ever for me is the day i have to put on socks. and wear shoes instead of sandals. that's when i know it's really over. (don't get me wrong, i completely had to do this in so cal too... contrary to popular belief, it TOTALLY gets cold there too and we go full months without having tanning weather fuckyouverymuch)
so for now, i'm still wearing sandals. and i'm still wearing tanks. and if i have to go outside, i'll freeze my ass off. but i don't care. cause i'm not ready for it to be wintery and windy and freezing.
i'm just not ready.
so i refuse to give in.
cause i'm stubborn and mature.