Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow...

Everyone's bitching about the weather -- except for me. I'm loving the fact that they've had to shut down my branch of the District Line and the train services near my house. I don't mind waiting for buses and courting frostbite. And speaking of biting, everyone who bitches about having to scrape their car windows can bite me.

Because wishes do come true. There was snow outside this morning. Real, sticky, snowball-ready snow. Maybe now Wakaranai will stop rubbing my nose in the fact that he's having snow and I'm not -- fine, he does it unwittingly but why do you think I changed the nick I gave him?

I know the snow won't last the day. It's a bummer, but at least I had it for a little while. Last time I saw snow was January 2001, stepping off a train for a smoke break somewhere in Oregon. Two years is long for a Hab chick to go without seeing the white stuff.

Oh, incidentally, my movie recommendation for the day is American Beauty. Seriously, completely, wonderfully fucked up piece of filmmaking.

Thess