The weather is warming up in my part of Canada. This is a really long process it seems, but we're getting there, finally. I tend to dress in layers. Tank, shirt, sweater, jacket... that sort of deal. You need to do this, because you never know when you're going to start sweating, or when you'll catch a cool breeze and the headlights come on. What? It happens!
Since the mornings are still so cold and the afternoons are sometimes sweltering, you do run the risk of breaking out into a sweat before you even realise that you need to remove a layer, however. You've got to watch out for that because no one wants a Milf with sweaty armpits! Decidedly not hot.
There is always that one asshole though. The kind of asshole who will look at your Milfy flop-proof outfit, and that asshole will say, "Aren't you hot?" Asshole, who the fuck cares? Of course I'm *hot*, though not temperature-wise. I am fucking vampire, okay? I'm a lizard! I have Renaud's Disease! I'm perpetually cold and it matches well with my cold, black heart you fecking eejit! I was a cutter and my arms are ugly from the scars! I have tattoos and I'm on the way to the nursing home! My body does not contain fully-oxygenated blood and I have bad circulation combined with low blood pressure! I don't feel like taking this jacket off because it's new and it defines my waist nicely and makes me look thinner! Plus I spilled mustard on my boobs at lunch.
Pick one or more of the above. Does it matter to you if I'm feeling warm in my clothing? It is none of your damned business if I'm hot. Or cold. Or full of chicken pox!
It's Wednesday, and on Wednesdays we tell the truth. People who ask other people whether or not they are hot? They suck. Tell me, minions. Who sucks?
That's all,
Twills
XOXO
