When I looked at the freezing rain this morning hanging from the trees in front of my apartment building in Clifton, I thought to myself “isn’t mother nature a wonderful thing? The ice looks so beautiful hanging there on that limb. It feels so good to be alive.”
Then I promptly fell on my ass while trying to walk on the ice covered sidewalk that would lead me to my bus stop. I then thought to myself “fuck mother nature. I could have broken a goddamn hip.”
That’s my story on this icy morning. If you got one to share, feel free.
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I have enough vodka and cigarettes to last me through the end of the day. After that, I’m looking for volunteers to make a run for me. Let me know if you’re interested.
For now, I must get back to Teri’s gripping tale of Viagra and her boss: Does he or doesn’t he? Hell, this is much better than General Hospital.