Yeah, the wind has been rattling my windows so that it sounds like someone's trying to break into my house. No bueno.

It was something fierce. On the flipside of that, it's nice to get all cozy under the covers as the wind tries to tear your apartment apart.

My girlfriend is the same way. She can handle any kind of weather--rain, sleet or snow. But wind freaks her the fuck out.

That's funny, I slept like a rock. The storm outside just encouraged me to crawl under the covers. Reminds me of home, I guess.

The wind was freaking out Enid C, who was running speed trials all over the apartment last night. I slept awesome! (HA)

Only part that bugs me about the wind is that it messes up my artfully messed up hair.










Just kidding. Actually, I don't artfully mess my hair up.

How've you been? I got a dog. That's cool. You still working in the same place?

FTR: The Ghost of Christmas Past was the friendly, comforting, lovable one.

Back in LA. Working a crap job, you know.

I'm exactly the same with the wind. Thunder and lightening are fine. Heavy rain is great. But a loud, strong wind will freak me the fuck out. All I can do it lie awake and think of news footage of tornados tearing down small towns...

But I don't think it's strange. Y'know, I don't think people are scared enough of the wind. A force that we can control, can't even really see, and yet has the power to level a street of houses? Fuck terrorism. I think we should declare War on Wind.

I mean, what has it done for us lately?

Well, I guess you're just a sissy!

It takes one to know one, so you can trust me on this.