The snow. Is. A lie....very much like the cake stare It's falling like a dusting of powdered sugar, but the ground's too warm so it just keeps melting into slushy puddles that'll end up freezing into deadly ice slicks. Just wait: tomorrow I'll wake up to walk the dogs, and I'll fall and break my neck. And one of 'em might come over to try and see what's the matter, and the other'll most definitely try to run off somewhere, draggin' me along helplessly behind her. Total suckage...
Tapps the Watchmaker · Fri Feb 05, 2010 @ 07:18pm · 0 Comments |