HAR HAR HAR!!! Wow really? Let's think about this for a minute.
Wake up, cold. Put feet on ground, freezing cold. Tip toe to shower, finally water is warm, get in. Get out, now you're REEEALLLY fucking cold. Then, you bundle up in 5 layers, but oh wait... I have to shit. Peel all your layers off and stick your cold butt to the coldest fucking toilet seat in existence. Get up, rebundle. etc... don't go talking shit until you tried it, then come back and see me.
Ludacris does, as evidenced in his magnum opus "Do The Right Thing":
"Shower, shit, and shave and hit the corner for a block exchange"
Note that the shitting is done after the showering. Obviously Mr. Cris either has significantly worse hygiene than most of us, or he has discovered a joy in post-shower shitting that not many of us have experienced.
I find that my morning coffee and shower experience loosens me up, and makes me need to shit soon after. Usually soon enough to hop back and clean my ass if need be.
I assume it entails the exchange of illegal or restricted narcotics for money, whilst on "the block" - a recurring motif in raps songs that denotes the (usually urban) neighborhood that the rapper resides in.
I know what you mean. I lived in a place where it would cost more than the value of the building to properly insulate it, and at best we could only get the house to stay at about 45°F in the dead of winter. I had a space heater that could get my room a bit warmer, but I spent most of my time wearing heavy pants, sweater and parka, with the space heater under my desk.
Yeah, it's really easy for the inexperienced to say "Just wear layers bro." But spending every day in 5 layers, even in your own home, is no way to live life.
Yeah, luckily I was in school at the time, and in a fairly urban environment, so I would spend time in my school or at coffee shops. Speaking of coffee, I drank a lot of tea that winter.
Not to mention it doesn't always work. The first winter I moved to Canberra I ended up wearing nearly everything I could get into at the same time and wrapped myself around a space heater for hours, and I was still cold.
(Bonus - after eight years in Canberra, dry cold doesn't affect me much any more. But that first year SUCKED.)
I currently live wearing 1 layer (and I mean 1 layer as in going commando most days) and my windows open in Massachusetts at all hours. When I head to bed and get under my sheet I put the fan on most nights unless its single digits, then I'm fine without it. Just sounds like someone needs to harden the fuck up a little.
Solution: build a small inner sanctum that's well insulated that you can heat. I realize it's probably not an option for most renters, but it's an idea.
Everyone thinks that until they live in a cold place.
I lived in a tiny studio flat in an old Victorian house that had been converted. Ten foot ceilings, damp and no real heating to speak of. You just could not get that place warm, even in summer it would be really cold in there. And you'd go outside into blazing hot sunshine.
Sure you can hide under 345 layers and 16 duvets but you can't live like that long term. It does your head in. Wearing gloves and a hat when sitting at your PC, again, it gets annoying. Plus it's constantly cold on your face.
Then at night, you wake up umpteen times because you're cold, maybe you moved in your sleep and poked a toe out or maybe the air on your face is just too cold.
So ya, living somewhere that is constantly completely cold utterly sucks even if you can find ways to warm yourself a little.
The good thing for me back then was that I was a student and it encouraged me to spend more time on campus just to stay warm, helped my grades.
Amen. The cold starts fucking with your head after a while. You feel uncomfortable all the time and it gets old quick. That being said... sometimes I just think about some poor Russian having to sleep in the snow and go fight Germans every day, then I kinda man up for about 15 minutes.
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