Dear Winter:

Kindly fuck off.

No love,
Venus

This is a snowy fucking winter. It's only been a month since the first significant snowfall (a snowfall which happened to be quite profound), and it's been snowing, what, twice a week since? I'd swear I lived fifteen degrees north of where I do if I didn't know better. It's never this snowy, ever -- not to mention those insanely low temperatures Sunday night (-2 (-18)? Really?!) -- and so my snow-hate is in full swing, especially since the super-slippery roads claimed Esmeralda's car this morning (she's fine, if shaken, but the car's not). I'm sick of this! Can I hibernate? Is it April yet? Dear antipodean friends, have any of you got a couch I can crash on? I'll clean while you're at work.

OH FUN someone just got stuck outside the house.

( Follow-up to yesterday, and an interesting follow: )

Fuck it, I'm going to bed. I can't do this anymore and I've got to get up early enough as it is. Fucking morning orientation bullshit. I need a drink.

Edit: The Cruel Angel's Thesis practice shot went up. Hello, inside of my house. XD

Dear Winter (again):

No, seriously. Fuck off, and fuck off now.

I hate you.
Venus

At least I don't have to go to work today. But I'm already showered and dressed and therefore AWAKE (despite my three hours of sleep) so it doesn't matter.

( pictures from my front yard at seven a.m. )

(8.5h later:) I wanted to go to the trim store and Halloween Adventure after work today. After I got paid at work today, dammit. I'm not going to the city tomorrow -- I can't! My buses aren't running at all, so I can't get to the subway! -- so that puts everything on hold until Tuesday, entirely wasting the weekend. Fuck you, snow. Fuck you.

Fuck this shit, where are my Bebop DVDs? This calls for old school anime.