I feel I should explain my conduct on this thread today.
I am a snowaholic, all those that know me can attest this fact, I live for the stuff. In my room right now I have a textbook on different forms of snow, and the avalanche conditions that these might cause. Its incredibly interesting- but only if you're a little weird.
I had hoped that my sheer 'no snow' callousness would cause a massive snowfall in London, alas, in my part of SW London the effort, though stellar, of the wicked pressure system that's going on to cause this mass snowfall over us, Germany and some other countries, it has not materialized.
My homeward bound commute was spent singing whilst cycling, enjoying the slushiness, and then some idiot nearly blindsided me out of a side street. This made me miserable for a bit.
I dream of the snow I heard of last year, whilst stuck in Oxford, where there was no snow, and now the fortunes are reversed, with my gf getting all the snow there, and me getting next to nothing here. Thus i'm bitter, because, as said before, I fucking love the snow.
that is all.
I don't give a shit, I don't think many other people give a shit.
I don't give a shit, I don't think many other people give a shit.