Snow

I'm sick of all things snow. I am sick of anything that has to do with cold, frozen, or icey. The only thing that is cold, frozen and icey in March should be the Margarita in my frozen mug.

I fucking hate this weather. I have to get those full spectrum lights again to preserve my sanity. My brain feels like mush.

Some new initatives:
Make marijuana (in all quantities and forms) legal
Make available to all who want it 2 weeks off in the Winter month of their choice and government to pay 1/2 of travel expenses to a warm place. If you're not going somewhere warm you don't get a discount.
Build a community in the middle of nowhere so that all stupid people may have a comfortable palce to live and work when they are relocated. Stupid people should be able to see movies too... just not annoy me on the bus.

Speaking of the bus. I have a funny bus story. (I love public transportation, it's just so mind-suckingly annoying to complete everyday)

I get on the 7:30 bus everday. Sometimes I miss it but who cares? I'll just plug my way down to another bus stop. But, in all actuality, 10-15 minute difference between point A and point B makes a HUGE difference in the quality and quantity of people on the public transportation. So that's why I don't take the 7:45 bus.

Each day on the 7:30 bus, there are a gaggle of women riding it. I'd say about 4-5 older women, with really bad hair, really bad clothing and way too much bad make up on sitting next to each other talking while riding the bus. One of them gets off before the others and there is this whole 'thing' about saying 'goodbye' to her each and every day. The conversation just won't die after she leaves. And 2 of them get off the bus and get on my streetcar each day too. I try to sit as far away from them as possible.

I know everything about them! What their husbands/children are like, how old they are, where they go to schoool, which one has a cousin who is into the occult and 'weird' sex.... I know about their opinions on movies and actors and the stupidest stuff you've ever heard of because, like other people on the bus, we can all hear them. They talk loudly, as I've said.

Now, it just goes to show you that it's not just me who feels this way. One morning, pulling into the station, they were gaggling about like chickens with their make up and pukey smelling perfume (thank god they bathed!) and someone on the bus (yes! Imagine that!) a nice looking young man decided he'd had enough.
He looked UP to the imaginary sky... shook his fist as if pleading with his creator.... and said "Would you please shut up!" almost under his breath... but we all heard it. I don't think he meant for everyone to hear, just the stupid ladies.

They did hear. One turned around to him (and to everyone else) "Hey, this guy doesn't like what we talk about! Maybe we shouldn't talk so much!" and looked right at him. He felt bad but stood his ground and looked right back. Actually he rolled his eyes and his head around as if speaking to him about this further was additional tourture (which I imagine it was).

And then, they got off the bus in different directions.

He went to the subway. I went to my street car with a really silly grin on my face. I thought "Wow, today's going to be a great day!" 2 of the stupid ladies followed me to the street car too still shaking their heads and guffawing in disbelief. The queenies were offeneded, I guess.

And all this was about 10 seconds of our lives... what better way it could have been sent? What better representative than a nice young man to tell them to shut up? What better way than pleading with god to end the torture so that they could hear the anguish?

We'll see if it worked. It won't. But you never know...