Winter Wonderland?
Like, seriously.
What the fuck?
Now, okay, I'm going to go right out there and say it, so you can't fault me for being hypocritical (and trying to hide it): I hate winter. I hate the cold, I hate the snow, I hate the snowballs. I hate waiting in the snow for twenty-fucking-minutes for my bus, only to have two 95s crash on the transet way and make you 30 minutes late for History class with Mr. Meng. I hate that feeling when the bottoms of your pants gets wet and then when you sit on them your ass gets wet and it's the must uncomfortable feeling ever. I hate how everything tastes differently, and how everything is perpetually wet and I hate it when you have to walk in the snow, aloooone.
But seriously: Christmas blows without snow. I mean, how am I supossed to be excited for Christmas when I'm up to my ass in school work and there's no fucking snow?!
Ooooh, Rudolph's on.
What the fuck?
Now, okay, I'm going to go right out there and say it, so you can't fault me for being hypocritical (and trying to hide it): I hate winter. I hate the cold, I hate the snow, I hate the snowballs. I hate waiting in the snow for twenty-fucking-minutes for my bus, only to have two 95s crash on the transet way and make you 30 minutes late for History class with Mr. Meng. I hate that feeling when the bottoms of your pants gets wet and then when you sit on them your ass gets wet and it's the must uncomfortable feeling ever. I hate how everything tastes differently, and how everything is perpetually wet and I hate it when you have to walk in the snow, aloooone.
But seriously: Christmas blows without snow. I mean, how am I supossed to be excited for Christmas when I'm up to my ass in school work and there's no fucking snow?!
Ooooh, Rudolph's on.