Baby, it's cold outside....

Damn! It's been way too long since I've made a post. Shame on me by all means! It's funny that I sit here writing this post as I'm slowly losing feeling in my hands and toes and watching my nail beds turn into a lovely shade of bluish-gray.

Winter, don't ya just *cough* love it *cough*?

You know it's winter in Abbasia when the fact that the entire square and the areas surrounding it are the equivalent of a gargantuan urinal becomes most pronounced. You're just walkin' down the street, chewin' your gum , mindin' your own business and you nearly bump into someone acting a little too much like they're at home. O.K. fellas, just because it's cold and just because you can , doesn't mean that you should. Meanwhile, chicks are avoiding fluids like the plague because they just know that there's a urogenital infection waiting to be caught by even being within the same vicinity of the university bathroom. Life sucks and ain't that a fact.

And yes, I realize that I've been saying gross, icky stuff for 5 minutes straight now.

To compensate, here' s a gorgeous 1989 song by Peter Murphy called " a strange kind of love". Lyrics:

A strange kind of love
A strange kind of feeling
Swims through your eyes
And like the doors
To a wide vast dominion
They open to your prize

This is no terror ground
Or place for the rage
No broken hearts
White wash lies
Just a taste for the truth
Perfect taste choice and meaning
A look into your eyes

Blind to the gemstone alone
A smile from a frown circles round
Should he stay or should he go
Let him shout a rage so strong
A rage that knows no right or wrong
And take a little piece of you

There is no middle ground
Or that's how it seems
For us to walk or to take
Instead we tumble down
Either side left or right
To love or to hate