ali: 'cause you're hot and you're cold...

for the most part, tha kath and i are getting along great. she doesn't mind that i get drunk during the day (like right now) and i guess i don't mind it when she lectures me on having a career or something silly like that. she might make fun of the tv shows i watch, but i know she secretly loves it. i might complain that she's ALWAYS on the phone (surprising, considering how much she screens my calls), but i don't really care. we are, however, battling it out over one thing: the temperature situation. 

i hate being too warm. i would rather freeze than sweat to death. i like it to be a balmy 58 degrees, inside and out. i sleep under one blanket, no more, and in shorts and a t-shirt. kath, on the other hand, prefers her house to be approximately 97 degrees. i can't take it. maybe my body temperature is unnaturally high, but i don't think it's just me. 

the other day, when the house was a warm 66 degrees, kath was passive-aggressively walking around in her northface. is she trying to tell me something? i was walking around in a jean skirt and a white tee, and she was making comments like "wow, it's a little chilly in here, i just don't know why it's so cold." on top of the northface situation, i come home the other day to find her not only in a jacket, but also wearing a hat and sitting in front of a space heater. what is this?

there's no middle ground here, no compromising. even if the heat is set at 70 degrees, i'm sweating and kath is walking around in a sweater. this is not "sweater inside" weather. also, we play a passive-aggressive "turn the heat up or down" game. every time i'm here by myself, it's nice and cool,  but every time i come back, i discover that it's approximately 80 in here. the other night, it was a comfortable 60, but i knew kath would kill me if it was that cold when she came home. so, i turned the heat up and drank like ten glasses of water in an attempt to lower my body temperature. things that happened: i had to pee, and i couldn't sleep because it was too hot. i finally fell asleep after kath came home at 2:30 in the morning (what a party animal) and i secretly turned the heat down. 

kath tried to turn up the heat this morning while i was here, and i caught her. busted. 

i don't know - maybe it's me. i might wear flip-flops in 30 degree weather. i might bust out shorts as soon as the thermometer hits 50. i might sit outside when its 20 degrees just to smoke a cigarette. it's possible that i've played in the snow in nothing but yoga pants and a long sleeve shirt. i may not wear a coat when it's below freezing. 

but still... wearing a northface and breaking out the space heater when it's only 50 degrees out? not normal.