fucking SNOW
So i go wake up and i hear on the radio that theres snow.
i look outside
its not snow. its the freakin arctic. dumped like 8 inches already and its NOT slowing down.
I get my shit together and go outside and brush off my jeep.
by the time i get all the way around my jeep, i have to start all over again!
I get in and have to use 4x4 to get out of my spot, and i get to the end of the block, see all the traffic lined up and just turn around and go back home.
I try again about an hour later, and have to clean off my jeep again (now theres more than a foot of snow)
and off i go
for the next TWO HOURS i crawl along 17th ave, slow enuf i can GET OUT OF MY JEEP AND CLEAN IT OFF.
my normally 20 minute drive is now 2 hours +
dicks.
the worst part was the radio sucked and it was BORING AS HELL.
Tomorrow is gonna be a rush. im gonna get started on packing tonight, get laundry done, take out the garbage, consume or dispose of food that wont last. I'll have to iron some shit, and pack it nice.
i hate days like this.
i hope my assault marines are in my mailbox when i get home.
and my ipod. That would make my day better.
i look outside
its not snow. its the freakin arctic. dumped like 8 inches already and its NOT slowing down.
I get my shit together and go outside and brush off my jeep.
by the time i get all the way around my jeep, i have to start all over again!
I get in and have to use 4x4 to get out of my spot, and i get to the end of the block, see all the traffic lined up and just turn around and go back home.
I try again about an hour later, and have to clean off my jeep again (now theres more than a foot of snow)
and off i go
for the next TWO HOURS i crawl along 17th ave, slow enuf i can GET OUT OF MY JEEP AND CLEAN IT OFF.
my normally 20 minute drive is now 2 hours +
dicks.
the worst part was the radio sucked and it was BORING AS HELL.
Tomorrow is gonna be a rush. im gonna get started on packing tonight, get laundry done, take out the garbage, consume or dispose of food that wont last. I'll have to iron some shit, and pack it nice.
i hate days like this.
i hope my assault marines are in my mailbox when i get home.
and my ipod. That would make my day better.