My Hands. My Penis.

Well, as the weatherman predicted, it snowed today. I was sitting in my basement with my brother early this afternoon. He was playing video games, and I was on the computer. That's called hanging out, dudes. But I was suddenly flooded with status updates involving snow. And all I could do was let out a groan. This groan was for two reasons. The first reason was obviously just the mere fact that it was snowing. The second reason I was groaning was because I was finding out about snow without ever having to look out the window. Technology, man. It's ruining everything! But just to satisfy myself, I got up from my seat, and checked outside just to confirm that it was snowing. And it was. Lame. Now I'm not a big snow fan as it is, but I was just thinking about how I had to drive to work in the snow. Driving in the snow wouldn't be nearly as bad if it weren't for the fact that most drivers forget the basics of driving when it's snowing out. It amazes me how people can become the worst drivers ever when there's any sort of unideal weather going on. So I spent my ride to work stuck behind the guy going 30mph in the left lane. Sure, I understand the desire to be safe, but don't clog up the highway for the people who know what they're doing. It's ridiculous! It's all just making me so angry! Nah. I'm not really angry. But I do just so happen to be very very tired. So I think I'm cutting this one very short tonight. I'm sorry guys, but I can't type when I have these huge yawns happening a couple times every minute. So it looks like tonight's entry will be nothing more than a short snow rant. But that's pretty neat, right?! Shoveling driveways blows! Cleaning your car off before you can drive anywhere bites the big one! The cold can get fucked! See?! We're having fun here! Alright. I need to go to bed before I fall asleep here. Then all you'd be reading is ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ and nobody wants to read a bunch of Zs for eight hours or so. That'd be crazy boring. Unless I subconsciously wrote out some sort of sexy dream I was having at the moment. I should get into writing trashy romance novels. I'd be great at that shit. But I guess that's a venture for another time, because I'm finally ending this and going to bed. See you when I see you!