Yesterday was the first day in 2 days that I put on real
clothes and actually left my house. I was pretty convinced Kh was going to have
to cut me out of my pajamas, that’s how serious it was.
Like most of New England, it’s a winter wonderland outside
my front door. Snow drifts 7feet tall, snow tunnels that were once wide
sidewalks, and giant snow banks shaped oddly like cars. The town I live in has
the worst snow removal process ever and any street that isn’t a main road still
has at least 4 inches of snow packed down with slush on top of it so you can
barely drive on it,
Or rather, I can barely drive on it. My POS Toyota still
doesn’t have snow tires on it. Woop woop! A steady incline with a bit of slush
on it? Oh, no problem, excuse me while I spin out and ultimately go backwards.
Vroom vroom bitches.
[ that's us mid-storm. we took a walk like a bunch of jackasses ]
We got stir crazy and finally left the house yesterday in a
zipcar (a car you can rent hourly). I’d say it was eventful, but it wasn’t. We
had to dig out the car, even after the service rep at zipcar said the lot and
car would be clean. A big screw you to the lyingface zipcar lady. You suck.
What I did to stay sane during the snowstorm with the lamest
name ever:
:: I found people that went to my high school on instagram and mildly
obsessed about how much I can’t/couldn’t stand them.
:: I played with the imadeface app and made our cute little
faces. Even if I always have bitch face.
:: I watched endless episodes of The X-Files
:: I cooked. Chocolate chip pancakes, (my first ever) homemade vegetarian
chili and cornbread, and homemade pizza.
:: I made dream catchers, rings, hair clips, and things out of
sculpey.
:: I made Kh paint my nails. And toe nails. Purple and green.
:: Spied on my neighbors shoveling out their cars in sweat
pants, ugg boots and a moto jacket.
What I did not do:
:: Clean my apartment.
:: The dishes.
:: The dishes.
:: Organize my closet and put away my clothes.
:: The laundry.
:: Successfully get drunk.
:: Sleep in.
:: Wear pants that didn’t have an elastic waistband.
Pretty damn eventful, right? Ok, not in the least bit. But I'd give anything to go back to Saturday and not have it be Monday. booo-hoo.





