Author of the Queen City Boys books


I’m sitting here wondering what that fucking noise that sounds like fireworks is and guess what? It is fireworks. That’s like third time since I moved here. What is with Nashville and blowing shit up?

Yesterday I wore shorts and flip flops. It was 76°F. A record high. Today? I don’t think it got above 38°F. I don’t mind 38°F exactly, but the sudden change is too much. I’m half tempted to put on fleece jammies and read in bed for rest of the evening. COLD.

Author: Ajax Bell

Seattle author. Stops to smell the flowers. Amateur nerd (I wanna go pro but I haven't found anyone to pay me). Humble hippo enthusiast. queer/bi. they/them.

6 thoughts on “

  1. Wow, sounds like you’re in Syracuse. Since this afternoon it was 68 and now it’s 45 and by tomorrow morning it’ll barely crack freezing. Joy.

  2. It’s the South. You should never question the temperature or the explosions.

  3. The weather in the south can never be trusted. We dropped 50 degrees in 3.5 – 4 hours here in north Texas on Wednesday night. I’m pretty sure we’ll be wearing short sleeves again for Christmas.

  4. I’m not questioning it so much as complaining about it.

  5. It was in the teens last night! WTF!!! Goddamn global climate change.

  6. BRRRRRR! It’s too cold here. I want that change back to too warm!

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