Think the snow-related titles are tiring? Yeah, you know what else is tiring? Shoveling my freaking driveway. I have a blister now. And the fact I'm going to whine about it just goes to show you how unsuited for manual labor I am and how rare it is that I get blisters. And we don't even have anything to show for the constant snowfall. Missed the record by two tenth of an inch. Stupid slacker sky.
... sometimes, I hate how I'm so unaggressive and un-angry that I can't even maintain my rant on snow. How can I stay mad at snow? It was my tenth birthday present. Shoveling tonight in the stillness of the suburban evening was refreshing at times. And gave me a much needed workout (the neighbors baked the same Christmas pastries they make every year for our family and I've been eating the whole thing the last week, on behalf of my family). The snow was easy to work with- not too wet but just good enough that it all stayed together without being heavy. And if my blister was to break and somehow scar, well, that'd be the greatest news ever because it'd probably give me some much needed street cred. My credit line has not been doing so well since I was assigned a cubicle in June.
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