snow

If was up north, I’d be bitching about the snow. But since I’m in the South, I’ll just complain that I’m not in the north.

It’s nothing a wake and bake with Bob Ross and The Joy of Painting can’t solve.

There’s a game on I won’t watch, things I won’t pack, and things I won’t take. There’s snow I hate shoveling, and I’m probably going to cry today, because I cry everyday and I’m just so fucking tired of it.