make it stop...

Ok, in reality, I really like snow. Lots. But I wanted to do stuff and it puts it all up in the air...that's bad. I want the days when snow was the coolest thing and the only thing that mattered was making angels or dodging snowballs. Taking 15 minutes to get bundled up only to turn around and come back in in 10 minutes cause it's to effing cold...though you didn't use works like effing...not very polite.

Oh, and vodka and I are not friends anymore. We talk, but only in brief conversations, and only over rice bread or cornchips.