snow

winter doesn't seem to end in this icy city. rain, snow, sleet, hail, ice. this isn't even winter, its hell. there is a violent wind at my window that makes the great outdoors sound like a racetrack. its been snowing for days now and yet another arctic wind is set to come sweeping through our sleepy town and freeze everything in its godless path. ugh.  the hairs that vacate my nostrils do not stand a chance, my long underwear are long for the sewing machine, and my winter jacket is in dire need of help. ugh.