frozen bones and no nose

I wish the weather would become warm again so I could walk around again without wearing my hat and my gloves and my scarf and my coat and spandex under my jeans.  and they're telling me that it gets colder than this, and i say, "colder than THIS?!" and they say, "mais oui, colder than this." 

and i think to myself, oh dear lord, my face is already so cold i cant feel my nose.  i cant feel my nose and its scary when you cant feel your nose because then you dont know if its still there or not.  what if it falls off?  i wont know until the homeless man sitting on the corner of the street wrapped in a sleeping back and some old boxes looks up at me and says, "mademoiselle, s'il vous plait..." but before he has time to finish he screams, "VOTRE NEZ!!!" and lets go of his puppy who runs off into the street onto the ruthless traffic that runs over him and ends his short life. 

the chill is so spicy that even if im wearing my hat and my gloves and my scarf and my coat and spandex under my jeans it manages to get through down to my bones and it freezes my bones so that i have to go home and thaw.  and thawing can be messy when the water drips and drips and drips over my eyes and down my arsm and right onto my dirty floors that never get clean.  and i have to use one of my four towels to clean my wet floors.  but its ok because i would rather have wet floors than frozen bones.