In which I watch the things I should've watched, read the things I should've read, and listen to the things I should've heard by now. And haven't.
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
Hell Called
It wants its fucking snow back.
(Sorry. Just a little ticked at having to haul my frakking gloves out of the winter box. Where they had been. Because. It. Is. April. Dammit.)
2 comments:
Anonymous
said...
i moved away from lake tahoe on account of the snow there. at first it was cool, all currier and ives shit. family was always wanting to come visit and ski. in '79 we didn't thaw. year fuckin' round snow. i was reading books about the donner party and looking at my roomate. urban snow has no charm beyond hiding trash piles and bodies.
the worst part is that my Manhattan resident friends are always like "Oh, it's so beautiful...I love it when it snows." And I'm like "Well, then come down to my house and excavate the fucker from the 18 inches of white rain I got."
2 comments:
i moved away from lake tahoe on account of the snow there. at first it was cool, all currier and ives shit. family was always wanting to come visit and ski. in '79 we didn't thaw. year fuckin' round snow. i was reading books about the donner party and looking at my roomate. urban snow has no charm beyond hiding trash piles and bodies.
the worst part is that my Manhattan resident friends are always like "Oh, it's so beautiful...I love it when it snows." And I'm like "Well, then come down to my house and excavate the fucker from the 18 inches of white rain I got."
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