That Day That it Snowed

I’m in my bedroom right now, in underwear, socks, and a sweatshirt, soaking wet from the snow. Damn snow. I hate it with a burning, fiery passion (which is amusing, because my hate should technically be able to melt the snow, but it DOESN’T). My mom woke me up this morning by telling me to go shovel the driveway. Let me tell you people this- there is no worse way to be woken up then by being told you have work to do. Especially on your day off. I am a sullen pot of anger right now.

I found this while looking for old blogs to post (I finally got Optimum, so I’m catching up on all the stuff that would have taken fucking forever to load on aol). It’s unfinished, obviously. It’s kind of funny, because a few hours after I wrote this, I came down with the flu so bad that I was unable to walk straight for four days, and I’m still feeling some of the symptoms.