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Who me? (I just set a small piece of furniture alight in my fireplace to keep warm...) I haven't seen such convoluted lines of conversation and such expert chronicling thereof since my days of all day bong marathons in college. ~ Lindercles

Thanks. I'm not afraid to cry, nor do I suppress many emotions other than anger, but this caught me by surprise. It was a major cry and I feel so much better! (still shivering, though...) I haven't seen such convoluted lines of conversation and such expert chronicling thereof since my days of all day bong marathons in college. ~ Lindercles

Thanks. I just wish that love could keep me warm at night I haven't seen such convoluted lines of conversation and such expert chronicling thereof since my days of all day bong marathons in college. ~ Lindercles

I've been having some major problems with my apartment lately. Hauntings aside, and in all seriousness, I have not slept well in the past three months (except for my holiday -and give a few days for jet lag) mostly because the heating in this place is shite. Now I know why sleep deprivation is a time-honoured torture technique. I've been so frustrated lately and finally it exploded. I just bawled my eyes out. Now I feel so much better

Now I feel kinda bad since the reviews seem to be that cinnamon, blueberry, s'mores AND strawberry are better than raspberry. I looked for a variety pack, but couldn't find one. But, no matter what, frosted is the way to go. I haven't seen such convoluted lines of conversation and such expert chronicling thereof since my days of all day bong marathons in college. ~ Lindercles

In the words of my beloved sister (or whoever said it first)... Gumby sees all. Gumby hears all. But Gumby does not speak. We should all have such a friend. Nice film. I haven't seen such convoluted lines of conversation and such expert chronicling thereof since my days of all day bong marathons in college. ~ Lindercles

... and by "female Walt" I mean super cool person that is still single, in case you were wondering. But I'm not as cool as Walt... I haven't seen such convoluted lines of conversation and such expert chronicling thereof since my days of all day bong marathons in college. ~ Lindercles

Ah, Nun, you are so sweet. No PM from him, but that is just my luck at the moment Maybe I am the female Walt without all the cool stories.... Just freezing here and thinking maybe I will bring my laundry basket back up for some company. I haven't seen such convoluted lines of conversation and such expert chronicling thereof since my days of all day bong marathons in college. ~ Lindercles

At least your apartment isn't haunted. Mice, laundry demons, frost... how much can a (single) girl take?? *hint for Fish to invite me over* I haven't seen such convoluted lines of conversation and such expert chronicling thereof since my days of all day bong marathons in college. ~ Lindercles

It's funny that I remember that table so well. And the room. After polo practice it was this one room, that table, some blueberry poptarts and some great sleep. Wish I could sleep now Is it as cold there now as I remember? Actually, I remember the wind in winter more than anything else. Cut right through a person.... I haven't seen such convoluted lines of conversation and such expert chronicling thereof since my days of all day bong marathons in college. ~ Lindercles

Dude, that is so AWESOME! Forget coming to me, I will drive to the French part just to try that with poptarts!! (I swear that it's not just to sleep somewhere warm) I haven't seen such convoluted lines of conversation and such expert chronicling thereof since my days of all day bong marathons in college. ~ Lindercles

Frosted, definitely. I only had them toasted once or twice and thought.... ooohh... yummy. Otherwise I ate them out of the package sitting on a huge hardwood table, in the MIT library, after water polo practice and before my nap (on top of said table) I haven't seen such convoluted lines of conversation and such expert chronicling thereof since my days of all day bong marathons in college. ~ Lindercles

A what? I haven't seen such convoluted lines of conversation and such expert chronicling thereof since my days of all day bong marathons in college. ~ Lindercles

You can eat them right out of the package, but they're better toasted. I lived on those in grad school, and especially after water polo practice (blueberry only). Now I think they're kinda gross.... Do you have a toaster? I haven't seen such convoluted lines of conversation and such expert chronicling thereof since my days of all day bong marathons in college. ~ Lindercles

Oh, Fish, please come protect me from all the evils here! Otherwise, just come keep me warm

It's raining! How sore are some poor guy's arms going to be because she... oh, nevermind... I haven't seen such convoluted lines of conversation and such expert chronicling thereof since my days of all day bong marathons in college. ~ Lindercles

How beautiful is she here? I haven't seen such convoluted lines of conversation and such expert chronicling thereof since my days of all day bong marathons in college. ~ Lindercles

Ok, honestly, I thought about the clothes revolting and walking themselves to the washing machine, but they were not that dirty. I haven't seen such convoluted lines of conversation and such expert chronicling thereof since my days of all day bong marathons in college. ~ Lindercles

I have no idea how to respond to that.... I haven't seen such convoluted lines of conversation and such expert chronicling thereof since my days of all day bong marathons in college. ~ Lindercles

BTW, SpeedRacer, I was hoping for a cute kitty-cat in the laundry basket to keep me warm and protect me. But anyone who knows cats knows that it would have been sitting right in front of the basket watching it with big eyes and maybe a tail flicking behind it.... I haven't seen such convoluted lines of conversation and such expert chronicling thereof since my days of all day bong marathons in college. ~ Lindercles

Only because you asked ... I woke up in the middle of the night (yes, sleeping alone, sadly) to what sounded like my laundry basket on fire. I didn't smell smoke, so I tried to go back to sleep. I've been dealing with a lot during the wee hours in my apartment, so fire with no smoke seemed like a reasonable reason to try to sleep. The noise would not go away, and it was loud - like a fire. I know what you're thinking... "Is your laundry basket wicker? Did you have a humidifier on?" Yes. It is, and I did. So ok. The basket is expanding and dancing to the humidifier. Then I sat up in bed and the noise stopped. It stopped. Fine. Fuck sleep. Something is in my laundry basket. I got up and slowly touched the lid. Noise again. Now I am expecting a raccoon to be inside because it was not quiet. Slowly I opened the basket and removed every article. Nothing was in it and there was no evidence of mice or termites or any other living creature. Then I turned the thing upside down. The noise of the fabric inside of the wicker made me scream like a 10-year old girl and grab the ceiling. The laundry basket is now sitting in my cellar and now I can't sleep because it's too f-ing cold. It's not my fault. I need a boyfriend I haven't seen such convoluted lines of conversation and such expert chronicling thereof since my days of all day bong marathons in college. ~ Lindercles

You're right that there is certainly a connection to the outside temperature, but my problem is more related to an old floor-heating system and bad management by the rental agency. I moved in here a year ago, and for various reasons have had only a handful of solid night's sleep. I will buy space heaters tomorrow, but it makes me since my apartment is very expensive and at the least I expect heating during winter. I haven't seen such convoluted lines of conversation and such expert chronicling thereof since my days of all day bong marathons in college. ~ Lindercles

Yes, I know, which is why you are not invited anywhere near my bedroom for a while (Not into green goo at the moment. Maybe once I get some sleep) I haven't seen such convoluted lines of conversation and such expert chronicling thereof since my days of all day bong marathons in college. ~ Lindercles

I would love a cat. I would train it to fix the heater since the "experts" can't seem to do it. Spring is coming and hopefully there are some farmers around here with some extras... I haven't seen such convoluted lines of conversation and such expert chronicling thereof since my days of all day bong marathons in college. ~ Lindercles

I am hating life so much right now. First it was the mice in the ceiling and walls. I woke up to mice shit IN MY BED. Turns out they were actually scurrying in the ceiling of this renovated POS barn where I live and their droppings dropped on my head while I was asleep. Then there was the laundry basket experience that makes me sound psycho, even though according to rl's test, I am not. Now the apartment has been getting colder every single day, and my bedroom is 58 degrees (14 Celsius). You can almost see your breath in my room. Last night I slept on my sofa, as I expect I will tonight and tomorrow and until further notice. Walking in my bedroom is like in the Exorcist, except I don't have a child that spews green goo. I swear that this place is haunted. This all doesn't hold as much water without the laundry basket experience, but that one does make me sound a bit psycho. I just wish the ghosts had the decency to be quiet and take a cold room anywhere else except where I sleep. I haven't seen such convoluted lines of conversation and such expert chronicling thereof since my days of all day bong marathons in college. ~ Lindercles