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I'm just a 31 year old chick, married, tattooed, pierced, childfree, and World of Warcraft addict. I fancy myself a photographer, or an artist, but who am I kidding - I count pills and sell drugs to junkies.
I write about everything. If you don't like it, if it's too personal, if you don't want to hear it, if it offends you, if it's about you, I don't care.
I'm selfish, impatient, and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control, and at times hard to handle, but if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.
The Snuggles Project
What a fantastic way to use up scrap yarn…
The snow started at about noon yesterday, contrary to the weather reports saying there wouldn’t be anything falling from the skies until mid afternoon. What started with a few little flakes turned into a lot of little flakes very quickly accumulating at the rate of 2-3 inches an hour. We watched from the pharmacy as the roof of the porn store across the street turned white and the store traffic dwindled to nothing more than people wanting to come in and use our bathroom.
At around 3pm, Angela decided she’d be leaving in 30 minutes. She ended up sticking around for an hour, and I put my coat on at about 4:15pm, calling Eddie to let him know that I’d be leaving shortly. It took me close to 15 minutes to clean off the truck, but I was on the road and on my way by 4:30 or so. The truck is a 4×4, but I didn’t want to risk getting stuck in a drift in a strange neighborhood. I decided that the back roads were just as bad as the highway based on what I could see on the way towards the on-ramp, so I chose the highway under the assumption that they were clear, just clogged full of people, as opposed to the near-empty but snow-filled back streets. I was wrong, so very wrong.
I got stuck at the on-ramp to I-95 behind a man driving a tiny little Mazda that slid all over the place. I gloated behind him, silently thanking my lucky stars that I was in my giant Ford Explorer with its four wheel drive. We both made it down the ramp without problems, aside from the Mazda sliding all over the place. I eventually made it onto the highway without any problems until I tried to switch lanes to go around a trio of cars that had been mired in the snow, and discovered that either my 4-wheel drive isn’t working at all, or is just 3-wheel drive, because the nice guy who gave me a push through the drift pointed out that one of my front wheels wasn’t turning like it was supposed to be doing.
Lovely.
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