It doesn't stop snowing. We're not used to that kind of weather comotion in this part of the country. Or continent, really. It's only november. So come on. Don't be kidding me, whoever is responsible for this.
I just might build a little snowman-figure from hell up here on my roof. All oldfashioned with button eyes and a mean devilish grin from - I don't know yet.
The worst part about this is that I'll have to wait it out to go and get stuff for everything that's been swarming my head since yesterday. I like walks in the snow, right after it stopped falling. I don't like being snowed on particulary. That's why I like it best when it snows late at night. You go out and be the first to destroy the perfect smooth blanket of white. Fat chance now. I just know that everything will already be a trampeled grey mess when I get down to the street, even though it is still coming down.... Snow and big towns don't mingle well.
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