So once upon a time, two years ago, I entered the Crazy Chicken's Freeze Yer Buns competition. (Wait, it's not a competition you say? Oh, how little you know me.)
My goals were lofty, and my determination was strong. I would go the entire winter without turning on the heater in my apartment.
And lo! I did succeed. I went a whole winter never turning on the central heating, and only turning on my space heater a handful of times for a couple of hours a piece. The Freeze Yer Buns champion trophy was mine. (There's no trophy? Then why do I have a sculpture of Crunchy's frozen butt on my mantle?)
And then I moved.
And it turned out?
Places that aren't LA are bloody cold!!
It turns out, that Freezing Yer Buns is SO MUCH HARDER when it is actually FREEZING. Or even when it is you know, 10-15 degrees above freezing like it generally is in Northern California these days.
I do not like it, not one bit.
So, I have become an epic failure at freezing my buns. I have the best of intentions, but, but ... heat is so warm and lovely! Without heat, I get lethargic. I can't do work, I can't play, I can't do anything but think
WHY IS IT SO FRICKIN FREEZING?!! I MISS SUMMER!!!!
So, um, I suck. But conversely, my buns are nice and toasty.
2 weeks ago