I’m tired of it always being warm in Los Angeles. It’s repetitive and boring. I miss waking up and having to put on 9 layers of clothes, a beanie, slippers, and then light myself on fire just to get my body temperature above ninety degrees. In Los Angeles I never get caught in spontaneous rain shower, the temperature of coffee is never justified, and it’s never ever warm enough to wear jackets, which I look good in. Then there’s the pressure of always having to go out into the world because it’s never cold enough to say “Wow, look at that weather, I was going to go out, but I’d better stay inside and sip some hot chocolate with marshmallows instead.”

I’m not dreaming of a white christmas, but some frost on the windows might be nice.