LA Weather
What you have heard about weather in LA is lies. Hot, bitter lies.
I don’t mind the rain — especially when curled up with a warm soft dog in the wee small minutes before the alarm goes off. It’s just that…
Nevermind. I like the rain.
Essays, art, and comics of the unexpected
by Tory ·
What you have heard about weather in LA is lies. Hot, bitter lies.
I don’t mind the rain — especially when curled up with a warm soft dog in the wee small minutes before the alarm goes off. It’s just that…
Nevermind. I like the rain.
Tory
Draws. Sweats. Eats too much sugar-free candy.
by Tory · Published June 9, 2008
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by Tory · Published May 12, 2009
Ha ha ha! But as weather stories go I will never forget yours about Notre Dame where your tears would freeze in your eyes. That is the all-time topper.
And.
I still sleep in the Notre Dame boxers you gave me.
That kind of reminds me of the way Leo describes the weather in San Diego: ten months of awesome, two months of rain. (Yes, the rainy season was December-January.) It still beats the pants off Chicago.