Wednesday, February 3, 2010

In my continuing transformation to African...

Dear Cold Dreary Winter,

I hate your guts. Please leave my life forever. I never want to see you again. I'm tired of always being the one who's freezing to death; I don't think I've felt my feet in 3 months. I won't miss you. You are like a bad case of herpes that always comes back no matter how much you wish it would just be over forever.



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