Eeeeenough....
So....
I cleaned the whole house, did all the dishes, including the ones fermenting in the frig, did all the wash, baked a cake...I was trying to be a good kid. Just trying to maybe be able to whistle my way past this particular graveyard.
It didn't work.
Damn it all.
No. Fuckin' NOOOOOO! It happened.
It's STILL happening.
And, just to be as irritating as possible I'm certain, this shit can be HEARD. It's not good enough to just show up and perpetrate this evil in silence. Oh HELL no. If all it was doing was falling and sticking, thereby obliterating any hope of spring...that'd be vile enough, but at least having the shades drawn could block it out. As usual.
But, THIS shit...noooo...this shit is AUDIBLE.
And...
My hatred is palpable.
I'm filled with it.
It's almost amazing. I've been awake, and HEARING this horseshit for...what?...only 5 or 6 hours, so far...yet, so far, I have imagined and yes, even WISHED, a horrible, bloody death on two people and told God where to stick it. Not to even mention, barely restrained myself from fanning my hand back and forth very quickly at about shoulder level and telling Eric to stick his face in there, please. (Siiigh...) I am just a mean, nasty, crumudgeonly, sick-of-mother-fuckin'-snow BITCH. This dumb shit has a way of....weighing me down, depressing me, killing my spirit and just making me want to cease to exist...especially since what I REEEALLY wanna do-stomp and beat this shit into oblivion-isn't a viable option. Before I die, I swear I'm gonna move to a state where this ugly, ignorant shit is a once-a-decade, 15 minute novelty. Hell, EVEN HELL WOULD BE AN IMPROVEMENT. Which is why I have decided it is in EVERYBODY'S best interest that I just go back to bed. And, woe be unto the dork, me included, who wakes me up before this shit is long gone, like, say...April 29th. (Wouldn't wanna miss turning 4-freakin'-1 the next day, now would I?)
Siiiiigh. (Several minutes later...)
Whew...man.
Now that I got THAT out... Let me also state that somewhere, deep inside me, I am aware that I am positively BLESSED that this is the worst thing I have to deal with. I just wish it didn't get such a grip on me....ugh. It FEELS so much worse than it really is.
I know what 'worse' is and can be.
Not long after I got lippy with God, I had occasion to also say "There, but for the Grace of God go I..." and mean it.
Soooo...while I'm right here anyway and even though I didn't get mouthy with God here, let me say AGAIN here, that, yes God, I am sorry I got shitty with You, but, You do understand, don'tcha? You ought to. You made me. On that note....I'm gonna go read for a while in the antithesis of a snowstorm...my nice, huge, warm waterbed. Maybe I'll even hum "We're Having a Heatwave". In the meantime...
Snow, snow...go away
And, don't you DARE come back any other day...
FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE, EVER!!! DO YOU HEAR ME??? I"M SERIOUS...GET OUT, LEAVE, BE GONE, SCREW OFF AND DIE SOMEPLACE, WHY DON'TCHA? I MEAN, NOBODY REALLY LIKES YOU ANYWAY AND.... Huh? What?
Oh. Shit.
Sorry. Um...yeah.
Peace.
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