Tonight.

[i_veto_you]

Even when the snow/hail/sleet/rain is pounding against the glass, and when I'm nursing the bruises of two spectacular falls from The Ice, and when I can't remember what it's like to have properly working fingers, Montreal feels like home. Lately, I think it's because of my russian.

Comments

[agentpirate]

AWWWW! The Ice wounds because it love you!

[i_veto_you]

Yes, well I guess The Ice just wanted to be closer to me always.