Here It Comes

OOO... how i dislike the snow. sure it can be pretty, when its far away. very ver far away. i hate more than anything driving in it, i hate the sliding, i hate everything about it. i'm pretty sure i have a phobia of it. i should have discovered this long ago, but nevertheless, its here. and it bothers me. please snow, go be pretty somewhere else, not in my roads. i love you... but come back another time. or else, im moving far away from you. thats my dying wish. the end.