Give 'em hell

WHAT THE HELL, PEOPLE?! It never fails. EVERY SINGLE FREAKING time I make plans with Gordon, the sky breaks open and dumps gi-normous amounts of snow upon the land. The land, more specifically, being the road in front of my house which is never plowed. EVER. EVER. Damn you, home owner's association. Could this be G-d trying to prevent the meeting of Gordon and Andrea, which their *getting together* could possibly result in destruction and ultimately the wailing of women in the streets? Maybe.

So....day off...I'm trapped at home. I could clean my room. It needs it. I JUST NEED to throw EVERYTHING away.

And then there was fudge.

I hate this.