What the Hell, Winter
What. The. Fuck. It's snowing. Why is it snowing in October? That's just... what. WHAT. WHYYYYY.
I think it's sort of sad that I hate snow as much as I do. Back when I was a little kid I used to get super-excited if it snowed, but after seventeen years of miserable cold grey-and-white winters, of slush and salt-stains on my leather shoes and power outages, I'm patently sick of it. Especially this early in the year. Goddammit, it's not supposed to snow before Halloween. That's just WRONG. If our power goes out I'm locking myself in my room, building a fort out of sweaters and fleece blankets, and watching Misfits on my iPod. I refuse to let this fucking freak-storm get me down.
Blah. I'm also super-hormonal, for monthly reasons, and I've got cramps like woah that are making me grumpier than a porn addict without an internet connection. I just want to crawl under he covers and fall back to sleep.
I think it's sort of sad that I hate snow as much as I do. Back when I was a little kid I used to get super-excited if it snowed, but after seventeen years of miserable cold grey-and-white winters, of slush and salt-stains on my leather shoes and power outages, I'm patently sick of it. Especially this early in the year. Goddammit, it's not supposed to snow before Halloween. That's just WRONG. If our power goes out I'm locking myself in my room, building a fort out of sweaters and fleece blankets, and watching Misfits on my iPod. I refuse to let this fucking freak-storm get me down.
Blah. I'm also super-hormonal, for monthly reasons, and I've got cramps like woah that are making me grumpier than a porn addict without an internet connection. I just want to crawl under he covers and fall back to sleep.