cold...okay, yeah, that's about where it stops right now. Seriously. The snow in the front yard is up to mid-calf on me, and it is now snowing again. Huge, horrible flakes of white are pelting down on the world outside the window, getting thicker and heavier all the time. The weather forecast says that it's raining right now. Look, people. I'm from California, and even I can tell that THIS IS NOT RAIN, OKAY?!
So far, I've missed attending a Christmas party (due to frozen slush blocking access to the roads), and failed to convince Vixy to take me to buy groceries (due to frozen slush getting covered under a blanket of new-fallen snow). We are now seriously discussing the functionality of getting to Portland tomorrow. Perhaps what the weather does not understand is that if it tries to keep me from Voodoo Doughnut, I will cause it pain.
(Seriously, Persephone, I realize that you're having fantastic 'I just got home after six months of living with my mother oh my God that woman needs Prozac' sex with Hades all over the over Underworld, but you need to cut this shit out. If there's one more blizzard, I'm sending him a copy of Busty Chinese Moon Goddesses monthly and spiking your coffee with sleeping pills.)
The snow is falling even harder now, and is threatening to cancel tonight's rehearsal. Do not want. If you hear reports that the rest of my books are being ghost-written by Lilly, it's because I froze to death in Seattle. LAND OF SNOW.
December 31 2008, 17:39:57 UTC 8 years ago
I'm just selling off my portion of the snow, cheap.
January 1 2009, 17:46:19 UTC 8 years ago