Zapped

I am not sure what's worse: Having things to actually write about but no inspiration to compose, or, Having nothing to write about with oodles of inspiration. After writing it out, I think the worse of the two would be the former. Yes. The former. Yes. I am still going through my malaise. I blame it on the weather.

And while I hate placing blame on something as banal as the weather, I have to say that Mother Nature has certainly played a fair role in my mindset. I mean, it obviously hasn't been enough for her to dump multiple feet of snow, ice, sleet, and the goshdarned wintry mix down for months now, then decide to warm-up to say FIFTY degrees where all the snow is melting quite nicely, turning into slushy piles of Maybe Spring Really Is On Its Way. No, all this hasn't been enough because last night, you took it upon yourself to dump another four or five inches of snow on us?!?!

Talk about a kick in the nads. Mother Nature, you are STILL on notice.

-- Oh and don't let me forget to write about the Great Wal-Mart Spill of 2008 over the next few days. --

Baby, It's Cold Outside

MINI and snow dump
Originally uploaded by thesynesthetic

Knoxville, I miss you already.

Yesterday marked the first, real, bona-fide snow dump of 2007 in the city of the Cleves.

This weather makes me want to hibernate, not exercise, and put on seven pounds of winter weight.

Ice, Ice Baby - To Go, To Go...

Yes, I know I have those lyrics written incorrectly. No, I do not care. I used to think that was how the Vanilla Ice classic went. You know, back in the day of L.A. Gear sneakers, rugby shirts courtesy of the Gap, ESPRIT jeans, and slouchy socks. And don't forget the hair. I was never super-tease-a-licious like one of my five older sisters used to tease the mane. One year, this particular sister's hair was actually cut off in her school portrait because the photographer couldn't fit it all in the frame, but I certainly cannot say I NEVER fell victim to the pooftease. HAHAHAHA. Classic.

Much to my chagrin, it has been ice-storming up here. Grrrreat. I don't miss this weather. Nope, not at all. I am supposed to be leaving the northeast part of the country on Sunday or Monday. Hopefully the weather decides to shape itself up and stop being a complete buttface. There is not much else worse than being stranded somewhere when all you want to do is leave. Times like these really tend to clearly display my idiosyncratic nomadic needs and ways.

eff this snow

i was in eriePA over the past four days. i was only supposed to be there for three, but we got shat upon by the weather gods and so did cleve-o, so i stayed an extra day.

i am tired.

i do not want to write about the fact that i was shovelling snow for an hour or two. i do not want to write abbout how it was so cold outside i started crying as a physical reaction to the cold. i do not want to write about how i could only get my car far enough into my driveway so that no one could hit it in the street. i do not want to write about how i thought i had frostbite on my mid to upper thighs - you know, since the snow in my driveway ranged from knee-high to mid-thigh range.

i am tired. and i am sick. i need to go to the urgent care.