
Tonight is not proving anywhere near as successful as we can't even get out of the damn parking lot. Had to bail on a much-anticipated ski Liberty trip due to the incessant white stuff. Actually, I rescind that complaint. I don't blame the snow. The snow is fluffy and white and it insulates the noise from our charming neighbors (i.e.; "I'm going to light this fucking place on fire!"). It's my ghetto apartment managements fault for not hiring Barney Gumble over Mr. Plow (that name again is Mr. Plow).
AND I couldn't get my hands on any contact lenses. "Controlled medical devices" my aunt Martha. You know what, don't even get me started.

1 comment:
Definite whiney undercurrent to last post. Estrogen poisoning once again. I on the other hand, having to go to work not and to shovel not, see only the totally full glass in my beatific life.
The snow's truly magnificent and I can almost touch it from my second story window.
Boomer's pet.
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